"Why, yes, at anything just now."
"Yes, at anything," she murmured. "I could laugh—or cry—at anything just now."
They came to the little bridge and passed on to it.
"We talked here the first evening," said she. "And how you puzzled me! It began for me then, dear Harry."
"Yes, and for me a little sooner—by the Pool for me. I was keeping you out of your own then."
"Never mine unless it could be yours too."
Fallen into silence again, they reached the road and, moved by the same instinct, turned to look back at Blent. The grip of her hand tightened on his arm.
"There's nothing that would make you leave me?" she whispered.
"Not you yourself, I think," said he.
"It's very wonderful," she breathed. "Listen! There's no sound. Yes, after tempests, Harry!"