“No.”
“Have you forgotten the night in the avenue?”
He could feel that she shook her head.
“Do you want to be quiet now?”
“Yes.”
They sat quite still, excepting that only sometimes he raised her fingers softly to his mouth.
Doss, who had been asleep in the corner, waking suddenly, planted himself before them, his wiry legs moving nervously, his yellow eyes filled with anxiety. He was not at all sure that she was not being retained in her present position against her will, and was not a little relieved when she sat up and held out her hand for the shawl.
“I must go,” she said.
The stranger wrapped the shawl very carefully about her.
“Keep it close around your face, Lyndall; it is very damp outside. Shall I walk with you to the house?”