She saw him go reconnoitring into the lane, with the dog and gun. She went downstairs and washed, and was ready by the time he came back, with the few things in the little silk bag.
He locked up, and they set off, but through the wood, not down the lane. He was being wary.
"Don't you think one lives for times like last night?" she said to him.
"Ay! But there's the rest o' times to think on," he replied, rather short.
They plodded on down the overgrown path, he in front, in silence.
"And we will live together and make a life together, won't we?" she pleaded.
"Ay!" he replied, striding on without looking round. "When t' time comes! Just now you're off to Venice or somewhere."
She followed him dumbly, with sinking heart. Oh, now she was to go!
At last he stopped.
"I'll just strike across here," he said, pointing to the right.