As she glided into cover—
"Rain," said Anthony. "Now we're for it. No coats, no umbrella, no nothing. Anne, you're in for a wetting."
"Won't be the first time," said Anne cheerfully.
"Well, come on, any way," said Anthony. "The woods'll shelter us for a while, and then——"
"I shall have a bath," said Anne. "A nice hot bath directly I get in.
You know, all steaming and——"
"Will you come on?" said Anthony, laughing.
The two thrust through the screen and across the clearing. A moment later the thicket had swallowed them up.
As in a dream, Valerie heard their voices getting fainter and fainter….
Presently they died altogether, and she was left alone with the rain. This fairly pelted upon her, but she never moved. The truth is, she never noticed it.
A sudden rush of wind whipped a strand of her dark hair loose and flung it across her lips, but she never moved.