'Well,' she said eagerly, 'and how have you done?'
He was glad to see she was flushed and eager; he didn't know it was the fear of what he was going to do that had moved her and heightened her colour.
'I have been thinking about you every day,' he said. 'If I have not done well it will be your fault, not mine.'
She would much rather he had been thinking about his work, but she did not say so.
'It is nearly over,' she said, with a little catch in her voice; 'only one day more. What will you do when it is over, when you have nothing more to work for?'
'I shall come to you for my reward.' His eyes were blazing down upon her with a sudden heat of passion that made her tremble. 'I shall come to-morrow night, after the exam. is finished. I shall come to the old place in the lane.'
He did not tell her that he had been there every morning of the week.
'It is so hard to get out of nights,' she said. 'We are not expected to go out after Hall.'
He stopped in the middle of the path and laughed.
'Ah!' he said. 'No lovers allowed, and all that sort of thing; no whispering beneath the moon. Never mind, my dear; if they won't let you whisper beneath the moon, I've no objection to lamplight. If you must not meet me in the lane, Lucy, I shall come up to the front-door.'