
imagine I came to see you.«
    »Take care,« rejoined Acton, »how you put it into my head! I was thinking of
you.«
    »The occupation of extreme leisure!« said the Baroness. »To think of a woman
when you are in that position is no compliment.«
    »I didn't say I was thinking well!« Acton affirmed, smiling.
    She looked at him, and then she turned away. »Though I didn't come to see
you,« she said, »remember at least that I am within your gates.«
    »I am delighted - I am honored! Won't you come into the house?«
    »I have just come out of it. I have been calling upon your mother. I have
been bidding her farewell.«
    »Farewell?« Acton demanded.
    »I am going away,« said the Baroness. And she turned away again, as if to
illustrate her meaning.
    »When are you going?« asked Acton, standing a moment in his place. But the
Baroness made no answer, and he followed her.
    »I came this way to look at your garden,« she said, walking back to the
gate, over the grass. »But I must go.«
    »Let me at least go with you.« He went with her, and they said nothing till
they reached the gate. It was open, and they looked down the road which was
darkened over with long bosky shadows. »Must you go straight home?« Acton asked.
    But she made no answer. She said, after a moment, »Why have you not been to
see me?« He said nothing and then she went on, »Why don't you answer me?«
    »I am trying to invent an answer,« Acton confessed.
    »Have you none ready?«
    »None that I can tell you,« he said. »But let me walk with you now.«
    »You may do as you like.«
    She moved slowly along the road, and Acton went with her. Presently he said,
»If I had done as I liked I would have come to see you several times.«
    »Is that invented?« asked Eugenia.
    »No, that is natural. I stayed away because« -
    »Ah, here comes the reason, then!«
    »Because I wanted to think about you.«
    »Because you wanted to lie down!« said the Baroness. »I have seen you lie
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