“I did not see you go,” said Gault.
“It must have been an hour ago,” said Loseis. “I went for a walk, the morning was so pleasant.” (I should not be explaining things like this, she thought. I ought to be proud and angry with him.)
“If you want a canoe my men will make one for you,” said Gault.
“Oh, no, thank you,” said Loseis quickly. “It was just a fancy. One must have something to do.”
She had not stopped walking, and they came to her door. Loseis bowed.
“May I come in for a moment?” asked Gault.
“Sorry,” she said quickly. “We are not ready for visitors so early. But if you wish to speak to me here I am.”
“Oh, it will keep until later,” said Gault. He touched his hat, and watched her through the door.
Conacher was waiting for her in the inner room. Loseis flung herself in his arms.
“Ah, you are really here!” she murmured. “It was not a dream! . . . If Gault could see me now!” she added with a laugh, like a chime of little bells.