“Wait till to-morrow.”
His heart leaped. “We’re to have this evening together?”
“No,” she said gently. “I want this evening to myself. I have to think.”
“I’m a marvelous stimulus to thought,” he pleaded.
She shook an obstinate head.
“Might I walk back to the Farm with you?”
“No; please. I’d rather you didn’t.” She rose and laid her hand in his. “You’ve been a very parfait, gentil knight,” she said.
“Darcy!”
But she was already swinging up the hill with that free, lithe, rhythmic pace of hers. At the summit she turned and waved. For one brief second he saw her sweet, flushed profile clear against the sweet, flushed sky. It disappeared leaving earth and heaven dim and void.
Remsen turned blindly homeward. He knew, at last, what had happened to him.