CHAPTER XIV
When she got near the park gate, she heard the click of the latch. He was there, then, in the darkness of the wood, and had seen her!
"You are good and early," he said out of the dark. "Was everything all right?"
"Perfectly easy."
He shut the gate quietly after her, and made a spot of light on the dark ground, showing the pallid flowers still standing there open in the night. They went on apart, in silence.
"Are you sure you didn't hurt yourself this morning with that chair?" she asked.
"No, no!"
"When you had that pneumonia, what did it do to you?"
"Oh, nothing! it left my heart not so strong and the lungs not so elastic. But it always does that."
"And you ought not to make violent physical efforts?"
"Not often."
She plodded on in an angry silence.
"Did you hate Clifford?" she said at last.
"Hate him, no! I've met too many like him to upset myself hating him. I know beforehand I don't care for his sort, and I let it go at that."
"What is his sort?"
"Nay, you know better than I do. The sort of youngish gentleman a bit like a lady, and no balls."
"What balls?"
"Balls! A man's balls!"
She pondered this.
"But is it a question of that?" she said, a little annoyed.
