Chapter 80

Lanier paced the grass. After interminable minutes his lady-love came downstairs to the back door. She wore no hat—another miracle of instinct. They seemed to know where to go—further marvellous display of blind intuition. * * * * * In the little stone summer-house they seated themselves. After a few moments she gave him her hands. Her youthful heart was very full; very tremulous. “Do you remember our first evening here?” he asked. “Yes.” “You knew I was in love with you then?” “Yes.” “W…