I'll get you to make out my cheque, and then I'll be off up North." She was looking down now.

The sun had gone, and the stars were peeping out, and in the dusk he could catch no glimpse of her face.

There was silence for a few moments, then he went on talking, half to himself.
"It's best for me, anyhow.

It's time I made a start for myself.

I couldn't stay on here as manager all my life." Then she spoke, very low and quietly.
"You wouldn't care to stay on--for anything else, then ?" "How do you mean for anything else, Miss Grant?
You don't want me for anything except as manager, do you ?" "Well," she said, "you haven't asked me yet whether I do or not!".