"Will the end of it come within a month?"
"Within a week."
"Perhaps," she said, "I could hasten the end to a day."
"No," he smiled, "I 'd rather you would n't. I 'd rather you would prolong it if you could."
"Is that a riddle?"
"To you."
"Then I can't answer it for I never guessed one in my life."
So with his knuckles kneading the grass by his side, he made light of it until she turned away from the subject to admire the blue seen through the pine needles above their heads.
Soon he heard the distant low whistle of the engine which was coming for them like a sheriff with a warrant.
He was not conscious of very much more until they were back again in the house and he heard Arsdale's voice,