CHAPTER XI
THE SECOND TRANT EPISODE
§ 1
IT was November.
They had been engaged three months. Three months it was since a certain winedark evening when, in the shadows of the heavy trees on the Ridgeway, he had suddenly said:
“I suppose we are engaged?”
“Are we?”
“Well, I think it’ll be all right.... I told my father, and he didn’t object.... Will you come to tea on Sunday?”
She perceived that their relations had entered on a new phase.
“If you like,” she said.
And he had kissed her good-bye that evening.