'Then there's no help for it, I know. Hazelwhen you and I had a ride home in the dark one night, a year ago, did I misunderstand you then?'
Silence, instant and deep. Hazel took some time to frame her answer.
'What did you understand?'
The supreme flash of Rollo's eyes was instantly hidden by the lowered eyelids; and there was no laughter even in his voice as he answered,
'We understand each other now.'
They took their way home again through the glowing woodland and warm, still air, slowly and lingeringly. Near the house, Dane asked when Wych Hazel would go to the Hollow?
'The first day I can. Perhaps I had better wait one day more.'
'To-day is Friday. Yes, and I cannot be here to-morrow, either.'
'It is one of your busy days?'
'One of my busy days, and nights. It is my Exhibition evening. I cannot come here Sunday, either, Hazel. Monday you will be fit for a ride; and we will lunch with Gyda.'