I am wandering again. Bear with the unpremeditated enthusiasm of a citizen who only attained years of discretion at her last birthday. We shall soon have done with Sandwich; we are close to the door of the inn.
"You can't mistake it now, sir," I said. "Good-morning."He looked down at me from under his beautiful eyelashes (have Imentioned that I am a little woman?), and he asked in his persuasive tones: "Must we say good-by?"I made him a bow.
"Would you allow me to see you safe home?" he suggested.
Any other man would have offended me. This man blushed like a boy, and looked at the pavement instead of looking at me. By this time I had made up my mind about him. He was not only a gentleman beyond all doubt, but a shy gentleman as well. His bluntness and his odd remarks were, as I thought, partly efforts to disguise his shyness, and partly refuges in which he tried to forget his own sense of it. I answered his audacious proposal amiably and pleasantly. "You would only lose your way again," I said, "and Ishould have to take you back to the inn for the second time."Wasted words! My obstinate stranger only made another proposal.
