He escorted her across the Brooks to the road, moving leisurely behind her in the dusk, his shoulder mumbling hers.
On the bridge she said good-bye.
He was outraged.
"I'm going home with you!" he cried.
"I'd liefer not, if you please, Ernie," she said, gently insistent. "Not through the village, Sadaday night and all."
"Very well," he answered reluctantly. "To-morrow then. A bit afoor cock-crow."
BOOK VIII
TREASURE TROVE
CHAPTER LV
THE POOL
Ernie was up and away early next morning.