"I want to walk," she said; "will you come?"
She led the way to the corner where the low wall was joined by a high one, dividing the hotel garden from the open down. There was a gate here; it led to a flight of wooden steps that went zig-zag to the beach below. At the first turn in the flight a narrow path was cut on the Cliff side. To the right it rose inland, following the slope of the down. To the left it ran level under the low wall, then climbed higher yet to the brow of the headland. There it ended in a square recess, a small white chamber cut from the chalk and open to the sea and sky. From the floor of the recess the Cliff dropped sheer to the beach two hundred feet below.
Mrs. Tailleur took the path to the left. Lucy followed her.
The path was stopped by the bend of the great Cliff, the recess roofed by its bulging forehead. There was a wooden seat set well back under this cover. Two persons who found themselves alone there might count on security from interruption.
Mrs. Tailleur and Lucy were alone.
Lucy looked at the Cliff wall in front of them.
"We must go back," said he.
"Oh no," said she; "don't let's go back."
"But if you want to walk——"
"I don't," said she; "do you?"