They came out into the sunshine, and Eve’s eyes were mistily bright. She had not spoken, but her lips were quivering sensitively. She had slipped the ring on to her finger.
“A king’s ransom for your thoughts!”
She turned to him with an indescribable smile.
“I am Lynette’s fairy mother. Oh, how good!”
“For her?”
“And for me.”
“I have a formal invitation to deliver from Lynette. She hailed me out of the window. We are to have tea in the Wilderness, and Billy is asked.”
“The Wilderness! That is where we forget to be clever.”
They came round to the heath garden where it overhung the green spires of the larches.
“I am going on with my book. Your name will be added to it.”