Ah, but that flourish of the brown hands! How unlike anything Henry would have done! And those sudden movements! He was roused by Dare turning quickly to him again.
"I am telling Mrs.Alwynn of my journey here," he began; "of how I miss my train; of how I miss my carriage, sent to meet me from the inn; of how I walk on foot up the long hills; and when I get there they think I am no longer coming.

I arrived only last night at Vandon.

To-day I walk over to see my old friend at Slumberleigh." Dare leaned forward, laying the tips of his fingers lightly against his breast.
"You seem to have had a good deal of walking," said Mr.Alwynn, rather taken aback, but anxious to be cordial; "but, at any rate, you will not walk back.

You must stay the night, now you are here; mustn't he, Fanny ?" Dare was delighted--beaming.

Then his face became overcast.