“I think that you must have indeed forgotten,” she said, “how very beautiful it is. It is your home too! There is no one else,” she added softly, “who can live there, amongst all those wonderful things, and call it really—home!”
“I am afraid,” he said, “you will find that I have outlived all sentiment; but I will certainly come to Tredowen with you!”
GHOSTS OF DEAD THINGS
“It was here,” she said, as they passed through the walled garden seawards, “that I saw you first—you and the other gentleman who was so kind to me.”
Wingrave nodded.
“I believe that I remember it,” he said; “you were a mournful-looking object in a very soiled pinafore and most untidy hair.”
“I had been out on the cliffs,” she reminded him, “where I am taking you now. If you are going to make unkind remarks about my hair, I think that I had better fetch a hat.”
“Pray don’t leave me,” he answered. “I should certainly lose my way. Your hair in those days was, I fancy, a little more—unkempt!”
She laughed.