But he, at least, understood that such a joint misfortune
should create confidence, for he, too, had lost the run, and he did not
intend to lose his opportunity also. "I am so glad that I was near you,"
he said.
"Oh, thank you, yes; it would have been bad to be alone."
"I mean that I am glad that it was I," said Sir Griffin. "It's very hard
even to get a moment to speak to you." They were now trotting along on the
road, and there was still three miles before them.
"I don't know," said she. "I'm always with the other people."
"Just so." And then he paused. "But I want to find you when you're not
with the other people. Perhaps, however, you don't like me."
As he paused for a reply, she felt herself bound to say something. "Oh,
yes, I do," she said, "as well as anybody else."
"And is that all?"
"I suppose so."
After that he rode on for the best part of another mile before he spoke to
her again. He had made up his mind that he would do it. He hardly knew why
it was that he wanted her. He had not determined that he was desirous of
the charms or comfort of domestic life. He had not even thought where he
would live were he married.
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