'Anywhere!'—said he.
They walked up the sand-heap. The roaring Easter with its shrieks and whistles at her ribands was not favourable to speech. His 'Anywhere!' had a penetrating significance, the fuller for the break that left it vague.
Speech between them was commanded; he could not be suffered to remain. She descended upon a sheltered pathway running along a ditch, the border of pastures where cattle cropped, raised heads, and resumed their one comforting occupation.
Diana gazed on them, smarting from the buffets of the wind she had met.
'No play of their tails to-day'; she said, as she slackened her steps. 'You left Lady Esquart well?'
'Lady Esquart... I think was well. I had to see you. I thought you would be with her in Berkshire. She told me of a little sea-side place close to Caen.'
'You had to see me?'
'I miss you now if it's a day!'
'I heard a story in London...'
'In London there are many stories. I heard one. Is there a foundation for it?'