He turned on his heel to go away, when he caught the sound of a step
following him, and a voice saying, "Oh, there is Mr. Cumming, and I
want to speak to him;" and in a minute a light hand was on his arm.
"Why are you running away from us?" said Marian.
"Because--oh, I don't know. I am not running away. You have your
party made up, and I am not going to intrude on it."
"What nonsense! Do come now; we are going to this wonderful grotto.
I thought it so ill-natured of you, not joining us at dinner. Indeed
you know you had promised."
He did not answer her, but he looked at her--full in the face, with
his sad eyes laden with love. She half understood his countenance,
but only half understood it.
"What is the matter, Maurice?" she said. "Are you angry with me?
Will you come and join us?"
"No, Marian, I cannot do that. But if you can leave them and come
with me for half an hour, I will not keep you longer."
She stood hesitating a moment, while her companion remained on the
spot where she had left him. "Come, Miss Leslie," called Captain
Ewing. "You will have it dark before we can get down.
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