Then she came and stood beside me.
'You oughtn't to be here,' I said, going on picking and not looking at her.
'I know,' said Dolly.
'Then hadn't you better go back?'
'Yes. But I'm not going to.'
I picked in silence.
'You've been crying,' was what she said next.
'No,' I said.
'Perhaps not with your eyes, but you have with your heart.'
At this I felt very much like Mrs. Barnes; very much like what Mrs. Barnes must have felt when I tried to get her to be frank.