“Shall we go, then?” he said.

“Where?”

“I’ll go with you to the gate.”

He arranged things his own way. He locked the door of the hut and came after her.

“You aren’t sorry, are you?” he asked, as he went at her side.

“No! No! Are you?” she said.

“For that! No!” he said. Then after a while he added: “But there’s the rest of things.”

“What rest of things?” she said.

“Sir Clifford. Other folks. All the complications.”

“Why complications?” she said, disappointed.