Promise me never to be out by yourself." Wondering, inexpressibly touched, Damaris put her hands on his shoulders.
His hands sprang to cover them.
"Of course, I promise," she said.
And, closing her eyes, put up her lips to be kissed.
Then the rattle of the glass door on to the garden as it shut.

In the room a listening stillness, a great all-invading emptiness.

Finally Hordle, with the tea-tray, and-- "Mrs.Cooper, if it isn't troubling you, Miss, would be glad to have the house-books to pay, as she's walking up the village after tea.".