“They don't always. We must take our chance,” she replied.
He thought she must mean to go as far as the lodge only.
“You won't forget, miss, to fasten the window again?” he whispered, as he closed it softly behind them.
“We must always risk something!” she answered. “Come along!”
“Please give me the basket,” said Richard.
She gave it him; and the next moment he found her leading to the way through the park toward the lodgeless gate.
They had walked a good many minutes, and Barbara had not said a word.
“How good of you, miss, to come!” ventured Richard.
“To come!” she returned. “What else did you expect? Did you not want me to come?”
“I never thought of your coming! I only thought you would get the right things for me—if you could!”