When they reached the shore lane Leslie turned.
"I go this way, Mrs.Blythe.

You will come over and see me some time, won't you ?" Anne felt as if the invitation had been thrown at her.

She got the impression that Leslie Moore gave it reluctantly.
"I will come if you really want me to," she said a little coldly.
"Oh, I do--I do," exclaimed Leslie, with an eagerness which seemed to burst forth and beat down some restraint that had been imposed on it.
"Then I'll come.

Good-night--Leslie." "Good-night, Mrs.Blythe." Anne walked home in a brown study and poured out her tale to Gilbert.
"So Mrs.Dick Moore isn't one of the race that knows Joseph ?" said Gilbert teasingly.
"No--o--o, not exactly.

And yet--I think she WAS one of them once, but has gone or got into exile," said Anne musingly.