‘And enough, i’faith.’
‘But—so barren and profitless. No, I cannot understand. I——’ a sudden thought striking him, he uttered a little sharp exclamation: ‘Why, o’ my verity and in good sooth, I never told you.’
‘Told me what, Brion?’
‘Where I hid him.’
‘You said you hid him.’
‘Yes, but where. Come, Joan—come along. I have something to show you.’
He communicated his sudden excitement to her, and she went with him, her eyes wide and her heart fluttering. He led her across the garden.
‘What, to the old well-house, Brion?’
‘Yes, to the old well-house, Joan. Don’t you remember our visit, and my fright and your discovery? Well, I made a discovery of my own there later.’
‘What, Brion?’ She was all curiosity and eagerness—a child again.