He lifted his shoulders and pursed his mouth. "No," he said.
"Are you lonely in that house?"
"There's Mrs. Biggs, you know," he said with a sneer.
"Yes, I know," she murmured doubtfully, and drew closer.
"So you don't think she's enough for me?"
"Of course I don't. That's why I'm so kind to you. She couldn't be listening to us, could she? Everything seems to be listening."
"So you're kind to me, are you?"
"Yes," she said, raising her eyebrows and nodding her head, until she looked like a dark poppy in a wind.
"And when I saw you on the road the other day you wouldn't look at me. That's the second time."
"I did."