“Laurie, I wish you’d come to the Protestant churchyard with me for a moment afterwards, will you?”
He paled so suddenly that she was startled.
“Why?” he said shortly.
“I want you to see something.”
He looked at her still for an instant with an incomprehensible expression. Then he nodded with set lips.
When she came out he was waiting for her.
She determined to say something of regret.
“Laurie, I’m dreadfully sorry if I shouldn’t have said that. … I was stupid. … But perhaps—”
“What is it you want me to see?” he said without the faintest 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