And at last he yielded and came to her.

She was determined to track this mood of his to its origin.

She counted it not much more than a mood.
"Shall we go through the wood a little way ?" she asked him, knowing he never refused a direct request.
They went down to the warren.

On the middle path they passed a trap, a narrow horseshoe hedge of small fir-boughs, baited with the guts of a rabbit.

Paul glanced at it frowning.