Nobody long considered Laura in the tragic cloud which overhung all.
Meanwhile, on the Budmouth side of the hill the very mood of men was in contrast.

The visitation there had been slight and much earlier, and normal occupations and pastimes had been resumed.

Mr.Maumbry had arranged to see Laura twice a week in the open air, that she might run no risk from him; and, having heard nothing of the faint rumour, he met her as usual one dry and windy afternoon on the summit of the dividing hill, near where the high road from town to town crosses the old Ridge-way at right angles.
He waved his hand, and smiled as she approached, shouting to her: 'We will keep this wall between us, dear.' (Walls formed the field-fences here.) 'You mustn't be endangered.

It won't be for long, with God's help!' 'I will do as you tell me, Jack.

But you are running too much risk yourself, aren't you?
I get little news of you; but I fancy you are.' 'Not more than others.' Thus somewhat formally they talked, an insulating wind beating the wall between them like a mill-weir.
'But you wanted to ask me something ?' he added.
'Yes.