"Do I!" he murmured. "Well, it seems plausible."
"It has to be done," she decided, with a sigh. "It's a pity."
"Why?"
She shook her head.
"We mustn't flirt. We should be interfering with the decrees of Providence.—What an interesting-looking woman! You know her, too."
They passed Marcia and her companion, about half-way to Fakenham. Marcia bowed cheerfully and looked with interest at Sylvia.
"I know her very slightly," David admitted.
"She doesn't belong to these parts," Sylvia said. "We've lived here for nearly seven years, you know, and I know every one for miles round, by sight."
"She came originally from somewhere in the neighbourhood, I believe," David observed.
"Tell me everything about her, please?" his companion demanded. "I am a born gossip."