She closed her lips firmly, and he saw the downward curve of them again, and while he pondered on what she had said, the thought shot across his mind that that downward curve would deepen as she grew older. "She'll get very bad-tempered!..."
"I mean it," she said, interrupting his thought and compelling him to pay heed to her. "I'll never speak to you again if you go away now."
"But I've promised, Cecily!" he protested.
She shrugged her shoulders. "I don't see what that's got to do with it," she answered.
6
They came out of the inn, and stood for a few moments before the door.
"Shall we go back to the Heath?" he said.
"No," she replied. "Let's go home."
"Very well!"
He felt broken and crushed and tongueless. Cecily did not speak to him as they walked towards the Spaniards' Road, nor did he speak to her. The angry look on her face deterred him.