"Harcourt!"
"A simple fence," he continued, "just like what I have put round my garden and the fields. Then at the other side of the copse, away from the house, I would put a gate, and have keys—two keys, I think—one for me and one for you—not more; and I would bring the asphalt path——"
"But Harcourt——-"
"But Evelyn!"
"I—I—I——"
"You—you—you——?"
"I—I don't want an asphalt path."
"No? Perhaps you are right. Cinders perhaps. Yes. Or even gravel."
"But Harcourt—I don't want a path at all. I—I—can't afford a path."
He gave a roar of triumphant laughter. "Dearest! As if you were going to be bothered? The path's part of my present."