"Yes—I know you think you know——"
Louie lay awake, still pondering it all, long after Richenda had fallen into an uneasy sleep.
On the following afternoon she met Roy by the stile again. She was restless, unsettled, she knew not what. She spoke almost sharply to him.
"I'm not going to stand here with you," she said; "that's twice I've been seen. Come down the hill."
Roy no longer urged the Rules. They walked together a hundred yards down the hill, and sat down under a gorse-bush. He made her move quite behind it, and even then tucked her skirt a little farther out of the gaze of a possible passer-by.
"Now we're all right," he said. "How's Lovey this morning?"
"I don't know. I haven't seen her."
"Well, don't bite a fellow's head off, Louie."
"Then don't bother me to-day.—No, I don't want my hand held."
"What's the matter with you?"