He could not stand there for ever looking at her, pleasant as it might be
to him to contemplate the lovely face; so he made a little movement at
last, and came a few steps nearer to the gate.
"Good-evening once more, Miss Nowell," he said.
She looked up at him, surprised by his sudden appearance, but in no
manner embarrassed.
"Good-evening, Mr. Fenton. I did not see you till this moment. I was
looking for my uncle. He has gone out for a little stroll while he smokes
his cigar, and I expect him home every minute."
"I have been indulging in a solitary cigar myself," answered Gilbert.
"One is apt to be inspired with an antipathy to the house on this kind of
evening. I left the Listers yawning over their tea-cups, and came out for
a ramble. The aspect of the lane at which we parted company this evening
tempted me down this way. What a pretty house you have! Do you know I
guessed that it was yours before I saw you."
"Indeed! You must have quite a talent for guessing."
"Not in a general way; but there is a fitness in things. Yes, I felt sure
that this was your house."
"I am glad you like it," she answered simply. "Uncle George and I are
very fond of it. But it must seem a poor little place to you after
Lidford House."
"Lidford House is spacious, and comfortable, and commonplace.
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