"I am pleased to see you," he said, with quiet courtesy. "It was kind of you to look me up. Will you come into the garden?"
"I haven't much time to spare," said Molly. "It's my cake morning. You are coming round to the Vicarage, aren't you? Can't we walk together?"
"Certainly," he replied at once, "if you think I shall not be too early a visitor."
Molly's lips parted in a little smile. "We begin our day at six," she said.
"What energy!" he commented. "I am only energetic when I am on a holiday."
"You're on business now, then?" queried Molly.
He looked at her keenly as they passed out upon the sunlit road. "I think you know what my business is," he said.
She did not respond. "I'll take you through the fields," she said. "It's a short cut. Don't you want to smoke?"
There was something in her manner that struck him as not altogether natural. He pondered over it as he lighted a cigarette.
"They are cutting the grass in the church fields," said Molly. "Don't you hear?"