"Hadn't we better walk? People are staring at us already."
"I can't see you so well walking," he complained.
They strolled along; as they walked, Windebank half turned, so that his eyes never left her face.
"What a beautiful girl you are!" he said.
"You mustn't say that."
"But it's true. And to think of you working for that outsider Devitt!"
"He means well. And I've been very happy there."
"You won't be there much longer! Do you know why?"
"Tell me about yourself," she said evasively, as she wondered if talking to Windebank were unfair to Perigal.
"Do you remember this?" he asked, as he brought out a crumpled letter for her inspection.