"Was I?" he answered.
There was silence for a while.
"Was it rough riding?" she asked.
"I didn't notice it."
She continued quickly to lay the table. When she had finished——
"Tea won't be for a few minutes. Will you come and look at the daffodils?" she said.
He rose without answering. They went out into the back garden under the budding damson-trees. The hills and the sky were clean and cold. Everything looked washed, rather hard. Miriam glanced at Paul. He was pale and impassive. It seemed cruel to her that his eyes and brows, which she loved, could look so hurting.
"Has the wind made you tired?" she asked. She detected an underneath feeling of weariness about him.
"No, I think not," he answered.