The girl gave him one timid glance, and then went on, while he turned in the direction of Penreife.
Before he had gone far, though, he turned back, with a smile on his lip.
“I’ll wager a sovereign,” he thought, “that Humphrey was not down at the long copse, but pretty close at hand, watching for the safety of his sweetheart.”
He walked sharply back to a curve in the woodland path, and found that he was right; for some distance ahead he caught sight of Polly’s pretty muslin dress, and across it there was plainly visible a bar of what resembled olive velveteen.
“Eight,” said Trevor, smiling. “Well, why shouldn’t they be happy too? Now, then, to have it out with Mrs Lloyd.”
A Revelation.
“If you please,” said a hard, cold voice.
And Richard Trevor started to find himself face to face with the object of his remark, one which he had uttered aloud.
Trevor stood for a moment looking round; but they were quite alone, and standing now in the lane where Mr Mervyn captured Fin Rea in the rugged tree far up the rocky bank.