The girl left quietly and composedly, as she had entered, and, crossing the lawn, came on the young man just as he reached the bench under the mulberry.
“Walter,” she said, “I want a word with you. Have you a knife?”
“Yes; why?”
“Will you cut this in the mulberry bark? Mr. Fielding will not object’
‘O Tree, defying time, witness bear,
That two’”’
She hesitated, slightly coloured’
“‘That two friends met and parted here.’”
“What do you mean, Kitty?”
“Ask the rector’he will tell you all.”