“Ask nothing. Tell me, if you like, what you did yesterday?”
“Walked.”
“Here?”
“No, by that other path which you rejected, to a village called Bakke.”
“Were you alone?”
“Oh, no, we all started together. Mrs Ravenhill fell upon a sketch, and her daughter and I went further and returned to her. There you have it all.”
Miss Dalrymple scrutinised his face with a smile.
“There is something very attractive about her,” she said, “though she does not like me.”
“I have never heard her say so.”
“No, she would not. She is good. I can quite imagine her in Eden. She would make Adam very happy. Don’t you think so?”