“I didn't know you knew about this sort of thing.”
“Oh, Lord, yes! I had a farm once out West. Nothing like field-work, to make you feel good. I've been watching you; you bind jolly well.”
Noel gave a sigh of pleasure.
“Where have you come from?” she asked.
“Straight from the station. I'm on my holiday.” He looked up at her, and they both fell silent.
Swish-swish! The cutter was coming again. Noel went to the beginning of her portion of the falling corn, he to the end of it. They worked towards each other, and met before the cutter was on them a third time.
“Will you come in to supper?”
“I'd love to.”
“Then let's go now, please. I don't want to see any more rabbits killed.”
They spoke very little on the way to the bungalow, but she felt his eyes on her all the time. She left him with George and Gratian who had just come in, and went up for her bath.