"What's the one?"
She looked up at him, and laughed.
"Because I wish it."
Anthony laughed too.
"You are conscious of your power," he said.
"Yes," she admitted. "So you will take Mr. Willes?"
"You have said you wished it."
And then, for a while, neither spoke, but I fancy their eyes carried on the conversation.
XIX
It was nearly time to dress for dinner when Anthony returned to Craford
Old Manor.