Then we walked along a stream about as
wide as one of our Welsh brooks, but I found it to be a backwater
connected with a river. For some time neither of us spoke a word. He
seemed lost in thought, and my mind was busy with what I intended to
say to him, for I was fully determined to get some light thrown upon
the mystery.
'When we reached the river bank we turned towards the left, and
walked until we reached a weir, and there we sat down upon a fallen
willow tree, the inside of which was all touchwood. Then he said,
'"You are silent, Miss Wynne."
'"And you are silent," I said.
'"My silence is easily explained," he said. "I was waiting to hear
some remark fall from you as to these meadows and the river, which
you have seen so often."
'"Which I see now for the first time, you mean."
'"Miss Wynne," he said, looking earnestly in my face, "you and I have
taken this walk together nearly every day for months."
'"That," I said, "is--is quite impossible."
'"It is true," he said. And then again we sat silent.
'Then I said to him with great firmness, "Mr.
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