She had been too fluttered to look up when Lawrence first entered.
That afternoon Jerome and Elmira set out for meeting again, but when they reached the turn of the road Jerome stopped.
"I guess I won't go this afternoon," said he.
"Why, what's the matter?
Don't you feel well ?" Elmira asked.
"Yes, I feel well enough, but it's warm.

I guess I won't go." Elmira stared at him wonderingly.

"Run along; you'll be late," said he, trying to smile.
"I'm afraid you are sick, Jerome." "I tell you I am not.

You'll be late." Finally Elmira went on, though with many backward glances.

Jerome sat down on the stone wall, behind a huge growth of lilac.