He turned his wrist.
"A quarter past six," he said. "You're supposed to have knocked off?"
"Yes, but I expect Elizabeth is waiting at the farm. Good-bye, Captain Holiday."
"Good-bye!" But he was walking by my side across the field. "I haven't thanked you yet for being good to me."
"Please don't."
"All right! I won't!" said he serenely. Striding by my side, he came on as far as the farmyard gate.
He opened it for me.
Then, leaning on the gate, he lingered. In quite his old manner he launched a question.
"D'you miss town much?"
I laughed.