"I wanted to come," she began hurriedly, "I would have come, but Barbara wouldn't let me. I longed and longed and longed----" She broke off abruptly for his glance disturbed her. What was the meaning of the light in his eyes? She had seen them grow radiant in the past as lamps lit by some inner fire, but never seen them shine as now, so fierce and glowing that they frightened her. She cast a look in the direction of the Shepherd's Rest. "Isn't it too cold for you out here?" she said. "I don't mind being seen by the woman at the inn. We are doing nothing we need hide. It is quite natural that I should come to see how you are when Peter is away." "Is it?" he asked with a strange laugh. "I doubt if the good-wife would think so." "Well, if it isn't," she replied, colouring and feeling more and more reluctant to stay alone with him, "I'd better go home." He controlled his feelings, whatever they were, and laid a detaining hand upon her arm. "Let's talk calmly like two sensible folk," he said. "I'm sure you oughtn't to be out. Don't forget how ill you've been, and that this isn't a summer's day." "It's been a summer's day since you came, Lucy. But sit down. I haven't spent five years in a land covered with snow for half the time without becoming inured to some discomfort. Be good and kind. I've seen so little of you, and thought so much that you shouldn't grudge me this bit of pleasure." She sat down again, drawing her cloak closer about her. She thought that the Girdlestone was not a fitting spot to talk with a man who had once been her lover. She was perplexed at his manner. She felt instinctively that a change had taken place in him. She could not have defined it; but the deterioration which had been going on in his character for the last few weeks showed through his words and actions, though they were as affectionate as they had always been. For some moments he leaned back against the rock, letting his eyes rove over her face. "I've carried your picture here," he said, tapping his breast, "all the years I've been away; I'm now comparing it with the original." "Well," she inquired at last, "am I like it or have I changed?" "The same, the same, yet not the same. There's a firmer line about your mouth than you could draw round it in the old days." "Age should bring wisdom, should it not?" She sighed and then continued. "But I'm afraid I don't learn and grow wise." "I know who put that line there," he said sharply. She looked up, surprised. "It was Barbara, Barbara, damn her, the night she prevented you coming to see me." She winced and rose to her feet. He saw that he had made a mistake, and drew her gently to his side.