"Then you must come at once."
"You needn't be afraid--if I don't come."
"Nor you either--if you do. I swear I only want to hear about you, to
know what you've been doing. It's a hundred years since we've met--it
may be another hundred before we meet again."
She still wavered, her anxious eyes on his face. "Why didn't you come
down to the beach to fetch me, the day I was at Granny's?" she asked.
"Because you didn't look round--because you didn't know I was there.
I swore I wouldn't unless you looked round." He laughed as the
childishness of the confession struck him.
"But I didn't look round on purpose."
"On purpose?"
"I knew you were there; when you drove in I recognised the ponies. So I
went down to the beach."
"To get away from me as far as you could?"