“If you like!” The gate clicked behind him. Her mother-wit leapt to stave off the moment beyond which all her frenzied questing for some solution would be waste.
“Oh dear me, Will! Where is my memory going? Put your box in the porch a moment, will you?”
“What for?”
“I’ve got a few little things for the voyage—I really forgot.”
“Oh, Jinny!” He came back through the gate. “But I don’t need to bring the box to the door. I’ll take the things from you through the window.”
“But I want to pack them in properly—I can’t on the road.”
“There’s nobody passing.”
“You never can tell. We don’t want Bundock——”
“But I’ll pack them in myself.”
“I’d never trust a man—in fact I expect I’ll have to repack all the rest. Look at Mr. Flippance.”