"You do not answer," she sighed reproachfully.
"There is nobody in England," he muttered.
She laughed in a way she had, the persuading trill of lapping water in her voice.
"Nobody? That is because there are so many."
He did not answer, and she came closer.
"Do the hills make you lonely, too?" she whispered.
He shivered. It was uncanny.
"Yes," he jerked betwixt clicking teeth.
She waited, still very close to him.
"You do not ask me to sit by you, Hugh," she suggested.