Suddenly she turned and looked clearly and pleasantly in his eyes. "We'll be on a straight road for a piece after this hill; shall we hurry a little then?"
"Certainly, if you think best. You set the pace, and I'll follow." Again silence fell.
"Do you feel in a hurry?" he asked at length.
"I would like to get there soon. We can't tell what might be." She pressed her hand an instant to her throat and drew in her breath as if something hurt her.
"What is it?" he asked, drawing his horse nearer.
"Nothing. Only I wish we were there now."
"You are suffering in anticipation, and it isn't necessary. Better not, indeed. Think of something else."
"Yes, suh." The two little words sounded humbly submissive. He had never been so baffled in an endeavor to bring another soul into a mood responsive to his own. This gentle acquiescence was not what he wished, but that she should reveal herself and betray to him even a hint—a gleam—of the deep undercurrent of her life.