exclaimed Anne . `` You must have been a child when you were married . '' `` I was sixteen , '' said Leslie , rising , and picking up the cap and jacket lying beside her . `` I am twenty-eight now . Well , I must go back . '' `` So must I. Gilbert will probably be home . But I 'm so glad we both came to the shore tonight and met each other . '' Leslie said nothing , and Anne was a little chilled . She had offered friendship frankly but it had not been accepted very graciously , if it had not been absolutely repelled . In silence they climbed the cliffs and walked across a pasture-field of which the feathery , bleached , wild grasses were like a carpet of creamy velvet in the moonlight . When they reached the shore lane Leslie turned . `` I go this way , Mrs. Blythe . You will come over and see me some time , wo n't you ? '' Anne felt as if the invitation had been thrown at her . She got the impression that Leslie Moore gave it reluctantly . `` I will come if you really want me to , '' she said a little coldly . `` Oh , I do -- I do , '' exclaimed Leslie , with an eagerness which seemed to burst forth and beat down some restraint that had been imposed on it . `` Then I 'll come . Good-night -- Leslie . '' `` Good-night , Mrs. Blythe . ''
Anne walked home in a brown study and poured out her tale to XXXXX .
Anne Blythe Gilbert Good-night Leslie Moore grasses moonlight pasture-field restraint