"And do you—love him?"
We walked on some distance ere she answered:
"I—don't know."
"Not sure, then?"
"No."
After this we fell silent altogether, yet once, when I happened to glance at her, I saw that her eyes were very bright beneath the shadow of her drooping lashes, and that her lips were smiling; and I pondered very deeply as to why this should be.
Re-entering the cottage, I closed the door, and waited the while she lighted my candle.
And, having taken the candle from her hand, I bade her "Good night," but paused at the door of my chamber.
"You feel—quite safe here?"
"Quite safe!"