“Very different from South Africa!” said Canon Wilton.
Rosamund knitted her brows for a moment.
“I wonder whether Dion will come back altered,” she said.
“D’you wish him to?”
She got up from the window-seat, put out her hand, and softly pulled the lattice towards her.
“Not in most ways. He’s so dear as he is. It would all depend on the alteration.”
She latched the window gently, and again looked at the garden through it.
“I may be altered, too, by living here!” she said. “All alone with Robin. I think I shall be.”
Canon Wilton made no comment. He was thinking:
“And when the two, altered, come together again, if they ever do, what then?”