The lady seemed to forget the immediate business in listening to the technicalities of the corn trade. At last she said suddenly, “Did you tell him where you were going to?”
“No.”
“O—how was that?”
“I thought it safer to get away first—as he is so uncertain in his temper.”
“Perhaps you are right.... Besides, I have never told you my name. It is Miss Templeman.... Are they gone—on the other side?”
“No. They have only gone up into the granary.”
“Well, it is getting damp here. I shall expect you to-day—this evening, say, at six.”
“Which way shall I come, ma’am?”
“The front way—round by the gate. There is no other that I have noticed.”
Elizabeth-Jane had been thinking of the door in the alley.