“The little people! Are we to be little because they are shorter than we are? The neighbourhood knows me well enough.”
She came forward again to the window with a kind of tender and stooping pity.
“Jim, how very innocent you are. Yes, I know—I know it is precious, and perilous. Listen! Supposing you were to lose Lynette—oh, why will you make me say the mean, hideous things?”
“Lose Lynette! Do you mean——”
“Jim, I am going to shut the window.”
He raised an arm.
“Wait! Good God!”
“No, no! Good night!”
She closed the window, and dragged the curtains across it.
Canterton stood at gaze a moment, before walking away across the grass.