"We might be seen together." "Well, suppose we are; we must be seen together eventually," he remonstrated.
The young girl made an involuntary gesture of impatient negation, but checked herself.

"Don't let us talk of that now.

Come, while I am here under your own roof--" she pointed to the high interlaced boughs above them--"you must be hospitable.

Show me your home; tell me, isn't it a little gloomy sometimes ?" "It never has been; I never thought it WOULD be until the moment you leave it to-day." She pressed his hand briefly and in a half-perfunctory way, as if her vanity had accepted and dismissed the compliment.

"Take me somewhere," she said inquisitively, "where you stay most; I do not seem to see you HERE," she added, looking around her with a slight shiver.