She was rather taken aback. “Who are you?” she said suddenly.
“If you will tell me your name I will tell you mine.”
“I am Miss Isoline Ridge way, and my uncle is Mr. Lewis, the Vicar of Crishowell.”
“I don’t know him,” said Rhys. “I am a stranger.”
“You have not told me who you are,” said the girl, after a silence in which he was preparing his answer.
“I’m called Kent—Robert Kent,” he replied, giving the name of a boy who had been at school with him.
“That sounds very romantic,” observed Isoline; “like an outlaw or a murderer in a tale.”
Rhys winced in the darkness.
“I must go now,” she said, rising. “You will come with me?”
“That I will—as far as I can. Tell me, am I never to see you any more?”