"Walk," she said, again.
"But you can't walk all night—all that distance." He glanced helplessly up at the window of his little sitting-room.
She followed his glance. "I'll have a sleep out in the fields before I start," she said. She stepped up closer and looked into his eyes.
"Sam's going to 'do' for you." She watched him intently. The grey eyes hardened down till they glinted like steel in the moonlight.
"That's very kind of him," he said.
"But he won't do it," she added. "You'll do for him."
"Perhaps," he admitted, slowly. "I rather hope not. Are you—er—married yet?"
"No! Not going to be."
"Oh!"
"Mother said I needn't, and I don't want to. I'm going to work in a house, a farm," she watched him closely, "not far from here."