“That is soon remedied,” he said. “I warn you, I am not a very patient person. There is nothing to wait for that I can see.”
“Oh, we must wait,” she said. “We must wait.”
He broke again into that odd laugh of his. “We won’t wait. Life is too short.” He stooped again to kiss her. “You amazing woman!” he said. “Do you really prefer stones to bread?”
She could not answer him. He had her defeated, powerless. She had no weapons with which to oppose him. But still deep in her heart, the doubt and the wonder remained. Was this indeed love that had come to her? If so, why was she thus afraid?
Yet she met his lips with her own, for somehow he made her feel that she owed it to him.
“That’s better,” he said, when he suffered her to go again. “Now, what are your plans? Are you still wanting to go to Fordestown?”
She hesitated. “You say it is a long way?”
“It’s miles,” he said. “You are right out of your way. What made you wander up here?”
“They told me it was a short cut across the moor,” she said.
He laughed. “Ah! These short cuts! Well, what are you going to do?”