Her contentment was even deeper next morning when Laurie, calling to
her through the cheerful frosty air, made her stop at the turning to
the village on her way to church.
"I'm coming," he said virtuously; "I haven't been on a weekday for
ages."
They talked of this and that for the half-mile before them. At the
church door she hesitated again.
"Laurie, I wish you'd come to the Protestant churchyard with me for a
moment afterwards, will you?"
He paled so suddenly that she was startled.
"Why?" he said shortly.
"I want you to see something."
He looked at her still for an instant with an incomprehensible
expression. Then he nodded with set lips.
When she came out he was waiting for her. She determined to say
something of regret.
"Laurie, I'm dreadfully sorry if I shouldn't have said that.... I was
stupid.... But perhaps--"
"What is it you want me to see?" he said without the faintest
expression in his voice.
"Just some flowers," she said. "You don't mind, do you?"
She saw him trembling a little.
"Was that all?"
"Why yes.... What else could it be?"
They went on a few steps without another word. At the church gate he
spoke again.
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