‘You and I cannot be strangers or enemies.’
‘We cannot be, I would not be. To be friends, we should be separate.’
‘You say you are a woman; you have a heart, then?’—for, if not, what have you? was added in the tone.
‘My heart is my brother’s,’ she said.
‘All your heart?’
‘My heart is my brother’s until one of us drops.’
‘There is not another on earth beside your brother Chillon?’
‘There is my child.’
The dwarf square tower of Croridge village church fronted them against the sky, seen of both.
‘You remember it,’ he said; and she answered: ‘I was married there.’