"God knows," he said; and bent his head, touching the petals of the wild rose with his lips. Then he looked up straight into her eyes—one was hazel-brown, one hazel tinged with grey.
XXII
As they left the house an hour later, walking down the path slowly, shoulder to shoulder, she said:
"Mr. Brown, I want you to like that house."
A sudden and subtly hideous idea glided into his brain.
"You don't believe in suffragettes, do you?" he said, forcing a hollow laugh.