Winthrop understanding that he was to follow, did so, and with some difficulty brought himself up alongside of the little lady, for she had not tarried for him and was moving on at a smart pace.

Her way led them presently out of the village and along a lonely country road.

Winthrop thought he was not a needless convenience at that hour; but it was doubtful what his little charge thought.

She took no manner of notice of him.

Winthrop thought he would try to bring her out, for he was playing the part of a shadow too literally.
"You are a good walker, Miss Elizabeth." A slight glance at him, and no answer.
"Do you often go out alone so late ?" "Whenever I want to." "How do you like living in the city ?" "I?
-- I don't know.