We walked on, and the maid fell behind.
"Really," said George, recovering his usual manner with a slight effort, "I should think you might have discovered some pleasanter place for a walk."
"Yes, I think I might," I responded, with a faint attempt at a laugh; "but I did not notice where I was going, and I found myself here at last."
He frowned, and bit his lip.
"You must have been absorbed in some pleasant thought."
"Pardon me," I interrupted; "it was very unpleasant."
"At least, it was absorbing?"
"Yes, I grant that. I was thinking of myself."
"I fancied you never did that" (in a tone which said that he never had paid much attention to the subject).
"I never do, when I have anything else to occupy my mind," I answered, as carelessly as he had spoken.
"Surely you don't complain of lack of amusement?"
"No,—I am not complaining; I am only answering your questions."
He smiled, and we walked on in silence for some time.
"Are you going to walk home with me?" I asked, at last.
"If you allow me."
"Then, can you call a sledge for my maid? She is not accustomed to such long tramps, and I fear she will be utterly exhausted when we reach home."
