refuge amongst the surrounding mounds: mounds which looked like great earth batteries, thrown up in time of war. Instead of passing on his way, Frank followed her, in sheer astonishment: and found her behind the furthest mound at the back of the Shaft.
"Are you hiding from me?" he demanded. "What is it, Rosaline? I don't understand."
"Not from you," she whispered. "Why didn't you go on? Hush! Some one is going to pass that I don't want to see.
"Who is it? Your father? I think he has gone home."
"It is Blase Pellet," she answered. "I saw him at the shop-door as I came by, and I think he is following me. He talks nonsense, and I would rather walk home alone. Listen! Can we hear his footsteps, do you think, sir? He must be going by now."
Frank humoured her: he did not particularly like Blase Pellet himself, but he had no motive in remaining