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’There!’ she said. ‘Charming! Charming! Sir John!’
And she pushed a bit of forget-me-not in the dark hair
of his breast.
’And you won’t forget me there, will you?’ She kissed him
on the breast, and made two bits of forget-me-not lodge one
over each nipple, kissing him again.
’Make a calendar of me!’ he said. He laughed, and the
flowers shook from his breast.
’Wait a bit!’ he said.
He rose, and opened the door of the hut. Flossie, lying in
the porch, got up and looked at him.
’Ay, it’s me!’ he said.
The rain had ceased. There was a wet, heavy, perfumed
stillness. Evening was approaching.
He went out and down the little path in the opposite di-
rection from the riding. Connie watched his thin, white
figure, and it looked to her like a ghost, an apparition mov-
ing away from her.
When she could see it no more, her heart sank. She stood
in the door of the hut, with a blanket round her, looking
into the drenched, motionless silence.
But he was coming back, trotting strangely, and carrying
flowers. She was a little afraid of him, as if he were not quite
human. And when he came near, his eyes looked into hers,
but she could not understand the meaning.
He had brought columbines and campions, and new-
mown hay, and oak-tufts and honeysuckle in small bud. He
fastened fluffy young oak-sprays round her breasts, sticking
in tufts of bluebells and campion: and in her navel he poised