“Una? Isn’t she with you? I heard voices. Who was it?”
“Where is Una?” he said, ignoring her question.
“In the clearing, I suppose,” said the woman. “She went out a few minutes ago. I thought she went to meet you?”
The man opened the door and called the dog, who had been wandering round the room in an uneasy fashion.
“Go, Dick,” he said. “Go fetch her!”
Then he came and stood by the fire thoughtfully.
“No,” he said, “it was not Una. I wish she wouldn’t leave the cot after dusk.”
“Why not? What’s the fear? What has happened? Who was that I heard with you?”
“A stranger,” he said, “a young gentleman lost his way. How long has she been gone?”
“Not ten minutes. A young gentleman. Think of that! How came he here?”