'The usual orders; to wait till I came.'
Rollo laughed a little, but if his face did not mean that he understood the whole matter, it did not mean anything. It was very grave, though he laughed.
He went off, and left Wych Hazel again to herself, with only Gyda moving about and keeping up the fire. It was a full mile over the hill to the cross-road where the carriage was standing, and Hazel had a good time of quiet all to herself. As once before that day, she had looked up the moment Rollo turned and so watched him out of sight. And now Hazel sat among her cushions, her head down against the side of her chair, looking into the winking embers with very grave wide-open eyes. Mentally, she knew there had come a great lull over all troublous things; a lull which she was not just then strong enough to disturb by handling it in detail. But physically, she felt shattered, and very little able to practise self- defence; and she began to long to get home, and by herself, where no keeping-up of any sort would be needful. One thing was yet to do, however. So when Gyda had ended her work and sat down at the corner of the hearth, Hazel left her cushions and knelt down beside her.
'Mrs. Boërresen'she said with a hand on her arm, her face upraised.
'My lady,' said Gyda, turning her bright eyes upon Hazel with a happy look.
'You will not tell him anything of all this? my coming, and all about it? And what I said?'
'No need,' said Gyda placidly. 'My lady will tell it herself.'
A very resolved little gesture of the girl's head dismissed that statement. She was silent a minute.
'And then,' she began again, more hesitatingly, 'at least you will not speak of it. Norofa year ago?'
'Last year?' said Gyda. 'When my lady came here before? That was not for him to know. That was only me alone. To-day my lady will tell him about, when she pleases.' And Gyda smiled over this statement benignly.