"Thank you, Robert. It is pretty; it looks, as it lies there, like sparkles of sunshine and blue sky. Good-morning."
He went to the door, stopped, opened his lips as if to speak, said nothing, and moved on. He passed through the wicket, and mounted his horse. In a second he had flung himself from his saddle again, transferred the reins to Murgatroyd, and re-entered the cottage.
"I forgot my gloves," he said, appearing to take something from the side-table; then, as an impromptu thought, he remarked, "You have no binding engagement at home perhaps, Caroline?"
"I never have. Some children's socks, which Mrs. Ramsden has ordered, to knit for the Jew's basket; but they will keep."

"Thank you, Robert. It is pretty; it looks like sparkles of sunshine and blue sky. Good-morning."
Robert went to the door, stopped as if about to speak; said nothing, and went out. But in a second he re-entered the cottage.
"I forgot my gloves," he said, and then asked, "You have no binding engagement at home perhaps, Caroline?"
"I never have. Some children's socks to knit for the Jew's basket; but they will keep."
