"Oh, at home."
"I thought so. Well, Mr. Dempsey, Captain Ellesborough and I shall be quite ready to help you in any scheme you take up. You understand?"
"That's awfully kind of you—but—"
"Quite ready," she repeated. "Let me know what your plans are when you've worked them out—and I'll see what can be done." Then she stopped. There was a gate near into one of her own fields. Their eyes met—hers absolutely cool and smiling—his wavering and excited.
"You understand?" she repeated.
"Oh, yes—I understand."
"And you agree?" she added, emphasizing the words.
"Oh, yes, I—I—agree."
"Well, then, that's all right—that's understood. A letter will always find me here. And now I must get back to my work. Good-morning."
And with a nod, she slipped through the gate, and was half way across the fallow on the other side of it before he had realized that their strange conversation was at an end.