All the same, Kit did not trust the girl and would sooner she left him alone.

He might be taking too much for granted, but romantic pity was a treacherous guide; Janet was pretty and clever, and he was human.

He had thought about changing the time he went to the post, but felt it would be cowardly.

Besides, he was occupied all day and letters could not be written until the outside work was done, while a postman called at Allerby early in the morning.
There was, however, nobody about and for a minute or two Kit went on at a quick pace.

He passed Bell's house, and then hesitated with a frown as a figure he thought he knew came round a bend in front.