"Like you to want to. We can meet somewhere."
"You love me?"
"Yes; as I never thought I could love anything. But how should you love me any more?"
She did not answer immediately. For some distance they walked by the river. Then they reached a fork of the road where their paths divided; for here Dinah climbed to the left by a steep lane that would bring her to Lower Town and home, while Maynard must ascend into the woods.
They stopped.
"Will you do this?" she said. "Will you put the story of your life before Enoch Withycombe?"
"Why, Dinah?"
"To get his opinion on it—all—every bit."
"Yes, if you like."
"I do like. I'm very wishful to know what a man such as him would say."