Tilda gasped.
"And I got 'er promise to wait till I called 'er. It's—it's unwomanly!"
Sam turned and caught sight of them. He made as though to leave the girl standing, and came a pace towards them, but halted. There was a great awe in his face.
"'Enery's broke it off!" he announced slowly, and his voice trembled.
"I could a-told yer that." Tilda's manner was short, as she produced the letter and handed it to him. "There—go to 'im," she said in a gentler voice as she slipped past the girl. "'E's good, as men go; and 'e's suffered."
She walked resolutely away down the path.
"But where are you going?" asked Arthur Miles, running and catching up with her.
"Farther on, as usual," she snapped. "Can't yer see they don't want us?"
"But why?"
"Because they're love-makin'."