Their lips met, and then Mary Ann seemed to fade out of the room in a blur of mist.
An instant after there was a knock at the door.
"Forgot her parcels after a last good-by," thought Lancelot, and continued to smile at the comicality of the new episode.
He cleared his throat.
"Come in," he cried, and then he saw that the parcels were gone, too, and it must be Rosie.
But it was merely Mary Ann.
"I forgot to tell you, Mr. Lancelot," she said—her accents were almost cheerful—"that I'm going to church to-morrow morning."
"To church!" he echoed.
"Yes, I haven't been since I left the village, but missus says I ought to go in case the vicar asks me what church I've been going to."
"I see," he said, smiling on.