“Wonderful!” Lois answered.
“Quite an ideal village, mine,” he continued. “You see there are crocuses growing out even in the roadway.”
“Very pretty!” she answered.
“You are not by any chance annoyed with me?”
“I did not think you were very civil to that poor young man.”
“Naturally,” he answered. “I didn’t mean to be civil. I am one of those simple folk who are always annoyed by the incomprehensible. I do not understand Mr. Bertrand Saton. I do not quite understand, either, why you should find him an interesting companion for your morning walks.”
“You are a hateful person!” she declared, as he held open the gate which led back to the Park.
“I intend to remain so,” he answered drily.
The sound of footsteps coming along the path which they had just quitted, attracted his attention momentarily. He turned round. Lois, too, hesitated.