Good-by, Miss Isabel; good-by, till to-morrow!" He took off his hat to Isabel, nodded to Moody, and pursued his way to the farm.
Isabel looked at her companion.

His eyes were still on the ground.

Pale, silent, motionless, he waited by her like a dog, until she gave the signal of walking on again towards the house.
"You are not angry with me for speaking to Mr.Hardyman ?" she asked, anxiously.
He lifted his head it the sound of her voice.

"Angry with you, my dear! why should I be angry ?" "You seem so changed, Robert, since we met Mr.Hardyman.I couldn't help speaking to him--could I ?" "Certainly not." They moved on towards the villa.

Isabel was still uneasy.