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 reconciled to Rosalind's coldness towards his friend when he found he was not annoyed by it. She pursued her eccentric way unmolested by any one, and apparently without interfering with the happiness of any. So she thought at least, and tried to quiet her conscience.

One pleasant afternoon, Walter persuaded her to take a walk with them in the woods. She was quite cheerful when they started and Ernest tried for the first time to draw her into conversation. She chatted pleasantly for a while, until he and Walter glided away in pursuit of a squirrel which was nimbly scaling the wall. When they met her again a singular transformation had taken place. She scarcely spoke, and watching her opportunity preceded them homeward. The chill she left behind so clouded their spirits that they too walked home in silence.