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           ’Icoulddieforthetouchofawomanlikethee,’hesaidinhisthroat.’Iftha’wouldstopanotherminute.’

           Shefeltthesuddenforceofhiswantingheragain.

           ’No,Imustrun,’shesaid,alittlewildly.

           ’Ay,’hereplied,suddenlychanged,lettinghergo.

           Sheturnedaway,andontheinstantsheturnedbacktohimsaying:’Kissme.’

           Hebentoverherindistinguishableandkissedheronthelefteye.Sheheldhermouthandhesoftlykissedit,butatoncedrewaway.Hehatedmouthkisses.

           ’I’llcometomorrow,’shesaid,drawingaway;’ifIcan,’sheadded.

           ’Ay!notsolate,’herepliedoutofthedarkness.Alreadyshecouldnotseehimatall.

           ’Goodnight,’shesaid.

           ’Goodnight,yourLadyship,’hisvoice.

           Shestoppedandlookedbackintothewetdark.Shecouldjustseethebulkofhim.’Whydidyousaythat?’shesaid.

           ’Nay,’hereplied.’Goodnightthen,run!’

           Sheplungedoninthedark-greytangiblenight.Shefoundtheside-dooropen,andslippedintoherroomunseen.Assheclosedthedoorthegongsounded,butshewouldtakeherbathallthesame--shemusttakeherbath.’ButIwon’tbelateanymore,’shesaidtoherself;’it’stooannoying.’

           Thenextdayshedidnotgotothewood.ShewentinsteadwithCliffordtoUthwaite.Hecouldoccasionallygooutnowinthecar,andhadgotastrongyoungmanaschauffeur,whocouldhelphimoutofthecarifneedbe.Heparticularlywantedtoseehisgodfather,LeslieWinter,wholivedatShipleyHall,notfarfromUthwaite.