“The sort of place that we always call home; a bad little house that we have taken for a month.”
“Will you let me come and see it?”
“It ‘s nothing to see.”
Bernard hesitated a moment.
“Is that a refusal?”
“I should never think of giving it so fine a name.”
“There would be nothing fine in forbidding me your door. Don’t think that!” said Bernard, with rather a forced laugh.
It was difficult to know what the girl thought; but she said, in a moment—
“We shall be very happy to see you. I am going home.”
“May I walk with you so far?” asked Bernard.