"Yes, but he would not know you. It does not signify much," was Percival's reply.
"But he does know me."
"Impossible! Oh, you mean he knows your name."
She nodded: "He often passes our house. Always on Thursday, when a lot of people go by. Isn't it a market somewhere?"
"Brookley market. Oh yes, he would go there, no doubt."
"Once or twice I have been walking on the road, and he has driven past. I know his face quite well, and I'm sure—I should think—he knows mine."
"Very likely he may not have recognized you in this half-light," said Percival.
She shivered: "He did. I felt him look right through me."
"Well, suppose he did. After all, there is no reason why we should not take a walk together on a summer evening if we like, is there?"
"Where is he going?" said Addie. "To the cottage?"