“No, only to the well.”

“Ah! Good! Then I can keep out of sight. But I shall see you tonight. I shall wait for you at the park gate about ten.”

He looked again direct into her eyes.

“Yes,” she faltered.

They heard the Papp! Papp! of Clifford’s horn, tooting for Connie. She “Coo-eed!” in reply. The keeper’s face flickered with a little grimace, and with his hand he softly brushed her breast upwards, from underneath. She looked at him, frightened, and started running down the hill, calling Coo-ee! again to Clifford. The man above watched her, then turned, grinning faintly, back into his path.

She found Clifford slowly mounting to the spring, which was halfway up the slope of the dark larch wood. He was there by the time she caught him up.