“No?”

“I think I shall come and sit here sometimes.”

“Yes!”

“Do you lock the hut when you’re not here?”

“Yes, your Ladyship.”

“Do you think I could have a key too, so that I could sit here sometimes? Are there two keys?”

“Not as Ah know on, ther’ isna.”

He had lapsed into the vernacular. Connie hesitated; he was putting up an opposition. Was it his hut, after all?

“Couldn’t we get another key?” she asked in her soft voice, that underneath had the ring of a woman determined to get her way.