’Whatwasthatnoiseinyourchimmer，mother，lastnight？’saidherson。’Youfelloffthebed，surely？’
’Didyouhearanythingfall？Atwhattime？’
’Justwhentheclockstrucktwo。’
Shecouldnotexplain，andwhenthemealwasdonewentsilentlyaboutherhouseholdwork，theboyassistingher，forhehatedgoingafieldonthefarms，andsheindulgedhisreluctance。Betweenelevenandtwelvethegarden-gateclicked，andsheliftedhereyestothewindow。Atthebottomofthegarden，withinthegate，stoodthewomanofhervision。Rhodaseemedtransfixed。
’Ah，shesaidshewouldcome！’exclaimedtheboy，alsoobservingher。