And she not only accepted, but had expected me to invite her, had been fearful that I might not do so.

She told me so, herself.
"Shall I unpack the basket ?" she repeated.

She was looking at me intently and the toe of her riding boot was patting the leaves.

"What is the matter?
Are you sorry I am going to stay ?" It was high time for me to get under way.

There were squalls on the horizon.
"Oh, no, no!" I exclaimed, hastily.