They're sure to be in it.' The little figure in the mauve cotton had paused at the entrance to the lane, perceiving him.
What about Sarratt?
Had she heard?
He hurried on to meet her, and put his question.
'There can't be any telegram yet,' she said, her pale cheeks flushing.
'But it will come to-night.

Shall we go back quickly ?' They walked on rapidly.

He soon found she did not want to talk of the news, and he was driven back on the weather.
'What a blessing to see the sun again I this west country damp demoralises me.' 'I think I like it!' He laughed.
'Do you only "say that to annoy " ?' 'No, I _do_ like it! I like to see the rain shutting out everything, so that one can't make any plans--or go anywhere.' She smiled, but he was well aware of the fever in her look.

He had not seen it there since the weeks immediately following Sarratt's departure.

His heart warmed to the frail creature, tremulous as a leaf in the wind, yet making a show of courage.