They passed into the Paddock Close, stealing softly over the turf, the wood moving gently on their right in the darkness.
He came looming up beside her.
"Boy," he said deeply.
It was the first time he had dared.
"Yes," she answered, and her voice trembled ever so little.
"Will you share something besides Four-Pound-the-Second?"
"What?"
"Everything."
The moon caught her.
She turned full face to him; and her eyes were tender and brilliant as he had never known them.