On either side of the lane in which they were conversing ran a high thick-set edge. Nell glanced at the opposite side to that on which she stood, and placed her finger on her lips.
She then laid hold of the bridle, and drew the horse some little distance forward. Then she glanced again at the hedge.
“What’s up?” cried her companion.
“Hush!” she whispered. “Somebody has been watching us from behind the hedge, and has heard every word we have said.”
“My darling girl, you are full of strange fancies to-night,” said her lover.
“It be as I ha’ told ye,” she answered. “I seed a pair of dark flashing eyes a-gleamin’ through the branches.”
“And what matters if anybody has been ‘a listnin’? Much good will it do ’em.”
She drew his horse still further on, and again glanced around.
“It be of no use yer shakin’ yer head,” said Nell. “I see’d him as plainly as I see you now.”
“Well, what if you did, lass? Who was it? That pedlar fellow, Peace?”