She saw him trembling a little.
"Was that all?"
"Why yes.... What else could it be?"
They went on a few steps without another word. At the church gate he spoke again.
"Its awfully good of you, Maggie ... I ... I'm rather upset still, you know; that's all."
He hurried, a little in front of her, over the frosty grass beyond the church; and she saw him looking at the grave very earnestly as she came up. He said nothing for a moment.
"I'm afraid the monument's rather ... rather awful.... Do you like the flowers, Laurie?"
She was noticing that the chrysanthemums were a little blackened by the frost; and hardly attended to the fact that he did not answer.
"Do you like the flowers?" she said again presently.
He started from his prolonged stare downwards.