The distance here from Blackwater Park was between three and four miles--and that distance, and back again, Anne had walked on each occasion when she had appeared in the neighbourhood of the lake.
She had also tried hard to induce Anne to be content with writing to Lady Glyde, in the first instance; but the failure of the warning contained in the anonymous letter sent to Limmeridge had made Anne resolute to speak this time, and obstinate in the determination to go on her errand alone.
When Anne returned for the last time from the dangerous neighbourhood, the fatigue of walking, day after day, distances which were far too great for her strength, added to the exhausting effect of the agitation from which she had suffered, produced the result which Mrs.
Clements knew by experience, was to endeavour to quiet Anne's anxiety of mind, and for this purpose the good woman went herself the next day to the lake, to try if she could find Lady Glyde (who would be sure, as Anne said, to take her daily walk to the boat-house), and prevail on her to come back privately to the cottage near Sandon.
"I don't know -- there are SOME nice things about it," answered Diana, again caressing her ring with that little smile which always had the effect of making Anne feel suddenly left out and inexperienced.
"I suppose we'll get used to being grownup in time," said Anne cheerfully.
"That would be a pity; my nose is quite nice, but I fear turning it up would spoil it," said Anne, patting that shapely organ.
With another gay laugh the girls separated, Diana to return to Orchard Slope, Anne to walk to the Post Office.
"Wild horses won't drag the secret from me," promised Anne solemnly.
She had been wondering what under the canopy she should do if Anne did not give in.
Accordingly, after milking, behold Marilla and Anne walking down the lane, the former erect and triumphant, the latter drooping and dejected.
"What are you thinking of, Anne?" she asked sharply.