He was a little annoyed at his manner.

He arose, brushed the grass from his clothes, and said: "Well, let's be going." Chester went along mechanically.

At the Marble Arch Uncle Gilbert was about to hail a bus, when Chester stopped him.
"You'll excuse me, wont you for not returning with you--I--I--" "But I gave my word to Lucy that I would bring you back." "Yes; I know, I'll come after a while--but not now--you go on,--I--I--there's your bus now; you had better take it." Uncle Gilbert, still a little annoyed, climbed on the bus and left his companion looking vacantly at the line of moving busses.
Chester went back into the park.

There was room to breathe there and some freedom from fellow beings.

He left the beaten paths.