As there was no path, Giles occasionally stepped in front and bent aside the underboughs of the trees to give his companion a passage, saying every now and then when the twigs, on being released, flew back like whips, "Mind your eyes, sir." To which the stranger replied, "Yes, yes," in a preoccupied tone.
So they went on, the leaf-shadows running in their usual quick succession over the forms of the pedestrians, till the stranger said, "Is it far ?" "Not much farther," said Winterborne.

"The plantation runs up into a corner here, close behind the house." He added with hesitation, "You know, I suppose, sir, that Mrs.Charmond is not at home ?" "You mistake," said the other, quickly.

"Mrs.

Charmond has been away for some time, but she's at home now." Giles did not contradict him, though he felt sure that the gentleman was wrong.
"You are a native of this place ?" the stranger said.
"Yes." "Well, you are happy in having a home.

It is what I don't possess." "You come from far, seemingly ?" "I come now from the south of Europe." "Oh, indeed, sir.