Beyond the wall he heard the sound of footsteps. They were stealing away through grass.
When he turned to her, she was smiling with mysterious tenderness.
“Who was it?”
She slipped her hand into his. “I am fond of you, dear Teddy, but I mustn’t, mustn’t tell.”
They walked in silence. Rain began to patter. They could hear it hiss as it splashed against the sunset.
“Best be getting indoors,” he said.
In the lumber-room, where so many happy hours had been spent, they sat with their faces pressed against the window.
“Do you want to play?”
He shook his head.
“You’re not sulky with me, Teddy, are you? It would be unkind if you were. I’m so happy.” She flung her arms about his neck, coaxing him to look at her. “What shall I do to make you glad? Shall I make the babies come into my eyes?”