She brushed the crumbs from her lap.
“You will need me. I will come when you call.”
He was walking away when she uttered his name.
“Martin.”
Her voice had never sounded so strange and human in his ears.
“I have a secret to show you—presently—when the gate is up.”
He went off, wondering, his eyes full of his new exultation.
Martin worked like a giant, with a fever of love in his blood. In three hours he had the gate finished and ready to be hung, but the hanging of it was the devil. The thing was monstrously massive and cumbersome to lift, and too broad for him to get a grip of it with spread arms.
He went in search of Mellis.
“I can build my gate—but as to hanging it——”