"We're just starting for Chilcombe," she said.
Sabina looked her surprise. She had been expecting Raymond all the morning, to bring the great news to Ernest Churchouse, and was puzzled to know why he had not come. She could not wait longer, and while her mother advised delay, found herself unable to delay.
Now she perceived that Raymond had made plans independently of her.
"I was coming in this evening," he said, in answer to her eyes.
"May I speak to you a moment before you start with Miss Waldron?" she asked, and together they strolled into Estelle's rose garden where still a poor blossom or two crowned naked sprays.
"I don't understand," began the girl. "Surely—surely after yesterday?"
"I'd promised to go for this walk with her."
"What then? Wasn't there all the morning? My mother and I didn't go to church—expecting you every minute."
"You must keep your nerve, Sabina—both of us must. You mustn't be hysterical about it."
She perceived how mightily his mood had changed since their leave-taking of the day before.