He dipped his finger again, and suddenly thrust it between her lips.
She drew her head away almost angrily, and moved to the next pan.
Then he stooped and kissed her quite roughly on the neck, close to the nape.
She cried out and turned round on him, but he walked out of the dairy.
For a moment Naomi stood stockish, conscious only of two sensations in her body—the taste of cream on her lips, and a little cold place at the back of her neck. She began to tremble, then suddenly the colour left her cheeks, for in the doorway of the wash-house, three yards off, stood Harry.
He did not move, and for some unaccountable reason she felt sure that he knew Reuben had kissed her. A kind of sickness crept up to her heart; she held out her hands before her, and tottered a little. She felt faint.
"Harry!" she called.
He came shuffling up to her, and for a moment stood straining his blind eyes into her face.
"Harry—will you—will you take this basin of cream to your mother?"
He was still looking into her eyes, and she was visited by a terrible feeling that came to her sometimes and went as quickly—that he was not so mad as people thought.