"Ashamed," thought Lilly. "I ought to feel ashamed of myself now."
She felt all at once that it had been fast, undignified, almost common of her to have proposed this morning walk. Before it had not seemed wrong, why did it now suddenly seem so awful?
The chimes still sent forth their melody; the sun still spun a network of gold around them. She saw nothing, heard nothing, so deeply hurt and ashamed was she. She would have preferred to run away there and then, but dared not stir a finger.
He for his part no longer seemed a person in need of sympathy and consolation, but very self-satisfied and proud of what he had done. He removed a blackberry stuck in the lattice-work of the seat, and put it in his mouth.
"It would be a pity to get our clothes in a mess," he said, as he crunched the seeds slowly between his teeth.
Lilly grew more composed and stooped to pick up the bag.
"What is in that?" he inquired. "It looks a heavy thing to carry."
In alarm Lilly clutched it to her heart.
"It's only the door-key," she faltered.
Then they set out homewards.