"Would you be wanting to see him?"
David's sceptical sincerity stirred Jasper's inclinations. He discovered a very human desire to set eyes on Nance. Durrell! Barfoot was right. Anthony Durrell could go to the devil.
He was surprised to find David Barfoot so ready to help him.
"Do you know where she is?"
"She be gone down t' sea lane."
"Straight on?"
"Sure."
"I might meet her if I rode on down the lane." Barfoot grinned approvingly.
"I'm telling ye," he said.
The lane went winding down between furze-clad banks, a green way powdered with wild flowers. About half a mile from Stonehanger House the lane broadened out into a kind of grassy stream that meandered as it pleased. Jasper reined in on a piece of rising ground, and scanned the land ahead of him. Two furlongs to the south stood a group of may-trees. They were smothered in blossom, and their massed floweriness made them look like a great heap of white wool or of snow.