"Yes."
"And are you going to take her back again?"
"Yes, in time for the 5.40 train; and she only got down by the 2.10."
Gwynneth, who had not stirred a feature or a limb, started indignantly at the sound of a profaning step; but had forgiven Fuller before he reached her hand with his own outstretched. There had seemed so much that she might never know, could never ask; it would not be necessary with the saddler.
"Why, Miss Gwynneth, is that you?" he cried, when he had crushed her hand; and his eyes widened with concern.
"Am I so much changed?" asked Gwynneth, smiling gallantly.
"Changed! Gord love yer, miss, you're the shadder of what you was."
"There is plenty of substance still, Mr. Fuller."
"And where's your colour, miss?"
"In London, I suppose."