“I’m not cross, Miss Foster. I take it very kindly that you should come out this way on such a day.”
“I wanted to say to you—I wanted to say that I was sorry if I made you angry yesterday. I didn’t mean to make fun. I didn’t, indeed. It is only my way of talking. It was so good of you, so noble of you, to let it make no difference.”
“None at all, Dolly.” He was quite radiant again. “If I didn’t love you so, I wouldn’t mind what that other chap said or did. And if I could only think that you cared more for me than for him—”
“I do, Adam.”
“God bless you for saying so! You’ve lightened my heart, Dolly. I have to go to Portsmouth for the firm today. To-morrow night I’ll come and see you.”
“Very well, Adam, I—Oh, my God, what’s that!”
A rending breaking noise in the distance, a dull rumble, and a burst of shouts and cries.
“The rick’s down! There’s been an accident!” They both started running down the hill.
“Father!” panted the girl, “father!”
“He’s all right!” shouted her companion, “I can see him. But there’s some one down. They’re lifting him now. And here’s one running like mad for the doctor.”