"Gilbert, same as my father."
"Us must be going," she said.
"Shall I tell her to hot some more tea for you?"
"No—I don't want no tea."
He drank his cold cup at a draught and pressed her to eat a little; but she shook her head.
"I'll see you home by New Bridge and then get up back through the woods, Dinah."
"I can travel alone."
"No, you mustn't do that."
She said very little during the long tramp through a night-hidden land. The darkness, the loneliness, the rustle of the last dead leaves and the murmur of the wind chimed with her thoughts. She seemed hardly conscious of the man at her side. He strove once or twice to talk, but found it vain and soon fell into silence. At New Bridge Dinah spoke.
"You'll always be 'Lawrence' to me," she said. "Tell me this. When are you going to see me again, after I've thought a bit?"