"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.

"It is so big and so high.