"Though I'm not sure if I like it," murmured Gwen following the course of her thoughts, as they sat down on a flat tombstone.
"Like what?" inquired Hench fatuously; "me?"
"I wasn't thinking of you at the moment."
"Oh, Gwen!" This was breathed with an air of reproach.
"I deserve that, I deserve that," she cried penitently. "But really I was thinking that a churchyard is rather a dismal place to meet in."
"Any place is Paradise where you are," Hench assured her. "But we can go away for a walk in a few minutes."
"Into Parley Wood?"
Hench shivered. "No. I don't like Parley Wood--on your account," he added in a hasty manner. "For there----"
"Yes, I know." Gwen stopped him and shivered also. "I didn't think of what I was saying. But we can't stay here amongst the tombs."
"Why not? Have you any sad recollections about these tombs? Your father is not buried here, I know."