“Those people have plenty to eat,” he said, with a short, awkward laugh.
“Yes,” she answered. “Don’t let us look. We are here, Robin, anyway, and we knew we couldn’t come as other people do.”
“Yes,” he said, “we are here.”
The man and his wife finished their lunch, and began putting things in order in their basket. As they did it, they talked together in a low voice, and seemed to be discussing something. Somehow, in spite of her averted eyes, Meg suddenly felt as if they were discussing Robin and herself, and she wondered if they had caught her involuntary look.
“I think, Robin,” said Meg—“I think that woman is going to speak to us.”
It was evident that she was. She got up and came towards them, her husband following her rather awkwardly.
She stopped before them, and the two pairs of dark eyes lifted themselves to her face.
“I’ve just been talking to my man about you two,” she said. “We couldn’t help looking at you. Have you lost your friends?”
“No, ma’am,” said Robin, “we haven’t got any; I mean, we’re not with any one.”
The woman turned and looked at her husband.