The lover stooped down and kissed them.
"Have you been out?" he asked in a whisper.
"Only to the stables with Sylvia. Your Sheila has come. She is a dear thing."
"You like her, Pam?"
"Who could help it? She looks so wild and shy, and she is so gentle at the same time."
"Do you like her because she is mine, Pam? Do you, just a little because of that? Say you do, Pam."
"Just a little," whispered Pam.
"Why, if you like, she shall be yours, when—when everything has come right. I think she would carry a lady beautifully. What do you say, Pam? Would you like her, then?"
"Yes," said Pamela, with her eyes very bright.
"You didn't seem to mind my going away at Christmas, Pam. You were the only one who didn't protest."