expression in his voice.
“Just some flowers,” she said. “You don’t mind, do you?”
She saw him trembling a little.
“Was that all?”
“Why yes. … What else could it be?”
They went on a few steps without another word. At the church gate he spoke again.
“Its awfully good of you, Maggie … I … I’m rather upset still, you know; that’s all.”
He hurried, a little in front of her, over the frosty grass beyond the church; and she saw him looking at the grave very earnestly as she came up. He said nothing for a moment.