It was a revelation and a shock to see her in this abandonment of jealous anger. He rustled a book on the table to arouse her and quoted, laughing:
“Where the apple reddens, never pry!
Lest we lose our Eden—Eve and I.”—
She moved quickly aside into the shade.
“When did this come?” she asked, in a low constrained voice.
“Brydon sent it a few days ago. You are better?”
“I am quite well, thank you.”
“The doctor thinks directly you can travel we had better go into the country.”
She flung a swift furtive look at him. “How much does he know, I wonder?”
“Won’t you sit down?” he asked, putting a soft low chair within her reach, “and may I smoke?”