She sank back. Presently she looked at him.
“I never guessed how much I wanted it! I did not know!"—after a little pause—"I think I did not let myself know.”
Then they talked for a while about Annabel--whose name was William Archer, he pointed out to her....
And they laid plans that ran far ahead into the future—almost till Annabel was an old lady and lonely—only she would have married by that time--and there would be other Annabels.... It seemed to stretch away infinitely.
It was all wonderful—and mysterious. She turned and buried her face in the moss for a long time and was very quiet.
And overhead a great bird passed by. Richard watched the circling flight.
She patted her hair and began to pin on her hat.
He watched her, smiling gravely.
“Now we will go and buy the coat,” he said—“that wonderful Chinese coat—blue and gold, I think you said, my dear—with the great gold dragons on it!”