“Something we want?”
“Of course. More than anything in the world,” he said after a minute.
She turned her eyes on him gravely. She looked at him a full minute. “How do you know that?” she said softly.
“I know.” He moved nearer to her, and they watched the light change and sweep in great shadows across the fields below. “You want it—more than anything in the world,” he said, speaking slowly. “I knew you did—when I took it for the lot.”
She patted the hand that lay beside her own.
“I did not want it—not so very much,” she said. “Anyway, I wanted the lot more.... And, besides, I’ve been so busy getting ready for Annabel——”
“Getting ready for William Archer,” he corrected gravely.
“Getting ready for Annabel—” she pursued, “that I have not had time to think about things—just things for myself.”
“This is not just for yourself—it is for me, too.”
She turned a startled, half-questioning look at him.