"I won't go away as long as you want me."
"That's all right then."
He looked at his watch.
"I must be off. They'll be coming out of church. I don't want them to see me here now because I'm coming back in the evening. We shall have to be awfully careful how we see each other. I say—I may come this evening, mayn't I?"
"Yes."
"Same time as last Sunday? You'll be alone then?"
"Yes." Her voice sounded as if it didn't belong to her. As if some other person stronger than she, were answering for her.
When he had gone she called after him.
"Don't forget to tell Colin about the lamb."
She went upstairs and slipped off her farm clothes and put on the brown-silk frock she had worn when he last came to her. She looked in the glass and was glad that she was beautiful.