I am staying--" "Oh," he laughed, "you needn't tell me! They told me at the supper-table all about you and that you and Marian are fast friends." "I knew you were coming; they were speaking of it this morning." They had drawn closer together during this friendly exchange.

Again their eyes met for an instant, then he surveyed her sharply from head to foot, as he stood bareheaded leaning on his stick.
"I must be going," said Sylvia.

"There's a path through the corn that Mrs.Owen lets me use.

They'll begin to wonder what's become of me." "Why not follow the path to the lane,--I think there is a lane at the edge of the field,--and I will walk to the house with you.

The path through the corn must be a little rough, and it's growing dark." "Yes, thank you, Mr.Bassett." "I had no idea of meeting any one when I came out.