"There had to be somebody for whom all this was made. It wanted somebody to say thank you to it now and then."
"Haven't you been doing that all this week?"
"Me? I wouldn't presume. No, it's your glade, and you've neglected it shamefully."
"There's a little girl who comes here," said Hyacinth. "I wonder if you have seen her?"
Coronel turned away. There were secret places in his heart into which Hyacinth could not come—yet.
"She danced," he said shortly.
There was silence between them for a little, but a comfortable silence, as if they were already old friends.
"You know," said Hyacinth, looking down at him as he lay at her feet, "you ought not to be here at all, really."
"I wish I could think that," said Coronel. "I had a horrible feeling that duty called me here. I love those places where one really oughtn't to be at all, don't you?"
"I love being here," sighed Hyacinth. "Wiggs was quite right." Seeing him look up at her she added, "Wiggs is the little girl who dances, you know."