“Now, honor bright, did you really think it was he?”
“I did at first.”
“But you didn’t at last?”
“I didn’t at last.”
“Do you much mind that it was not?”
“No,” she answered, slyly.
Fitzpiers did not pursue his questioning. In the moonlight Suke looked very beautiful, the scratches and blemishes incidental to her out-door occupation being invisible under these pale rays. While they remain silent the coarse whir of the eternal night-jar burst sarcastically from the top of a tree at the nearest corner of the wood. Besides this not a sound of any kind reached their ears, the time of nightingales being now past, and Hintock lying at a distance of two miles at least. In the opposite direction the hay-field stretched away into remoteness till it was lost to the eye in a soft mist.
CHAPTER XXI.
When the general stampede occurred Winterborne had also been looking on, and encountering one of the girls, had asked her what caused them all to fly.
She said with solemn breathlessness that they had seen something very different from what they had hoped to see, and that she for one would never attempt such unholy ceremonies again. “We saw Satan pursuing us with his hour-glass. It was terrible!”