“Oh, yes.”
“Any time?”
“Any time within reason.”
“Then go for your walk in the morning before twelve o’clock. Do you know the gate at the foot of the lane? The first one as you turn towards Brecon. I passed it just before I met you.”
“I do not remember it.”
“Then go and look at it after I have gone,” said Harry. “There is a bush beside it—only one—and you will see a last year’s nest in the branches. If you will come away with me, put a stone into it. I will ride by in the afternoon, and, if it is there, I shall know you have said yes.”
“But can I reach the nest?”
“If you stand on one of the rails of the gate you can. It is not out of reach, for I wondered, as I passed, how it was that the boys had not pulled it down.”
He searched her face earnestly for some clue to what she would do.
“What an odd idea,” she said at last