She, too, had been wrapped in revery; her face was grave.

She raised her arms from the wall and stood up.
It was plainly time for me to do something, and she decided the point for me by slightly moving away from the wall.

"Some time, when you are riding out from Walford," she said, "we should be glad to have you stop and take luncheon.

Father likes to have people at luncheon." "I should be delighted to do so," said I; and if she had asked me to delay my journey and take luncheon with them that day I think I should have accepted the invitation.

But she did not do that, and she was not a young lady who would stand too long by a public road talking to a young man.