She had not heard his footsteps on the grass, and it was a coy, flushed face that she turned to him. Her eyes might have shown him that she did not regret anything. The kiss upon her mouth had enriched life for her, and made it more dear and desirable.
"You! It is rash of you to be here!"
"I don't think so. Is your father at home?"
"No; he went out for a walk over the common."
"Either way, it does not matter."
They moved to a seat under one of the yews, Jasper's hand holding Nance's arm just above the elbow. She looked round and up at him with shy and shining eyes.
"How did things happen last night after I left you?"
"Quite happily. Father was waiting. He said nothing."
"What do you make of that?"
"Perhaps he does not know whether to tell me everything or nothing."