Leavesley had got on his hands and knees to crawl closer towards her, and the intense seriousness of his face, coupled with the attitude of his body, quite dispelled Miss Lambert's inclination to weep.
"Don't!" she cried, laughing in a helpless sort of way. "Do sit down, you look so funny like that."
He collapsed, and they sat opposite to each other like two tailors, whilst Fanny dried her eyes and finished up her few remaining sobs.
A brake full of trippers passed on the road near by, yelling that romantic and delightful song
"Bedelia!
I wants to steal yer."
"They're happy," said Fanny, listening with a rapt expression as though she were listening to the music of the heavenly choir. "I wish I was them."
"Fanny," said her lover, ignoring this comprehensive wish, "why can't you care for me?"
"I do care for you."