“Dear me! I had forgotten that old nonsense. Well, you can come nearer and peep in.” Her face shone at the window.
His face worked wildly with the struggle not to approach hers. “I did have a peep. Good-bye, I’ve got the coach to catch.”
“Well, the cart will be ready in a moment. Gran’fer is so slow harnessing. Hark! Nip’s getting impatient.”
He raised his hat. “Thank you, but I told you I was my own carrier.”
“Good-bye, then. Pity you came so out of your way.”
He turned, and his feet dragged themselves hopelessly gateward.
She waved her hand desperately through the casement.
“Good luck, Will! Hope you’ll strike plenty of nuggets!”
“Thank you, Jinny!” He opened the gate.
“You’ll let me know how you’re getting on.”