Her brother made an end of his work.
"Now I'm going in to have a tell with Madge," he said. "You come too."
But Rhoda refused.
"I'm for a walk. 'Tis a fair night."
They parted; he returned to his house; she loosed two dogs and went off on to the Moor.
David lighted his pipe and sat by his fire. Margaret was working at the table. For a time he kept silence, and then she spoke.
"What are you thinking on, dear heart? I hope all be going well at Tavistock?"
"I wasn't troubling about Tavistock," he answered. "I was thinking what a wonder you be, and how you spoil me, and how I'm not worth it--such a man as me."
"David!"
"To think as you went to Ditsworthy about rabbit pies! 'Tis things like that make me wonder."