It seemed quite just and natural that she should meet him there. Why should she disclaim it?
"But you won't go to the house to see your grandmother?"
"Oh, I see grannie. She wakes before day. We have a little talk every morning while you're asleep. The last time"—he stopped.
"Well!" she urged him.
"The last time I passed your door I heard your step inside. When I went out at the front door, I heard you on the stairs." It had apparently enormous significance to him. "The next morning I came earlier," said Osmond, in a low tone, "but I dropped a handful of rose leaves at your sill."
"I saw them—scattered rose leaves."
"For you to step on."
There was a moment's silence.
"But I didn't," she said. "I didn't step on them."
"What did you do?"