Cleone (watching him more keenly). "It should be glorious to gallop under a—full-orbed moon."
Barnabas (shaking his head mournfully). "London is a great way from—here."
Cleone (beginning to twist a ring on her finger nervously). "Do you remember the madman we met—at Oakshott's Barn?"
Barnabas (sighing). "Yes. I met him in London, lately."
Cleone (clasping her hands together tightly). "Did he talk about—the moon again?"
Barnabas (still sighing, and dense), "No, it was about some shadow, I think."
Cleone (frowning at him a little). "Well—do you remember what he prophesied—about—an 'orbed moon'—and 'Barnaby Bright'?"
Barnabas (glancing up with sudden interest). "Yes,—yes, he said we should meet again at Barnaby Bright—under an orbed moon!"
Cleone (head quite averted now, and speaking over her shoulder). "Do you remember the old finger-post—on the Hawkhurst road?"
Barnabas (leaning towards her eagerly). "Yes—do you mean—Oh, Cleone—?"