Her eyes flashed with approval.
"Ah, yes—that would be great. It might settle everything."
He drew her a little nearer to him.
"Not everything, Nance. But I am not here to ask for what I have not earned."
She did not look at him, but hung her head a little.
"You are being too good to us."
"That's no credit to me. I can't help it."
His frankness brought her eyes glimmering up amusedly to meet his, and it was then that she noticed that they had come within a hundred yards of the big oak wood that bounded the common on the south-east. The domes of the trees gleamed in the moonlight.
"Look! Do you see where we are?"
"By George, yes. I suppose we had better turn back."