Her upper lip lifted, and the two teeth showed again on the pale rose of its twin. In spite of the dignity of her proportions, Anne had the look of a child contemplating some hardly permissible delight.
"Now, this minute. There's a train to Westleydale at nine fifty."
"It would be very nice. But—how about business?"
"Business be—"
"No, no, not that word."
"But it is, you know; it can't help itself. There's a devil in all the offices in Scale at this time of the year."
"Would you like it?"
"I? Rather. I'm on!"
"But—Edith—oh no, we can't."
She turned with a sudden gesture of renunciation, so that she faced him where he stood smiling at her. His face grew grave for her.