‘Yes, Justin dear—Yes, Justin, dear—I quite understand!’ she crooned to herself with wicked, bright-eyed merriment.
“And the next day,” continued his unconsciousness, “I go back, you know.”
The bells stopped ringing.
“Oh!” said Laura sedately.
The circle of light had grown into an arch that was wide as the sky. They crunched off the soft grass on to the chalk of the road stretching north and south of them to Green Gates and the Priory.
She found that they were to shake hands.
“Well—so long!” said he.
“So long!” said she.
They went their ways.
And that was the end, for Laura, of Justin’s first leave.