He went to her with hands extended to find her, and his fingers touched her sleeve.

Then together and silently they found the garden-path; and followed its dim length.

In the orchard he touched her sleeve again and led the way.
As they came out behind the house she detained him.

Stopping short, she shook his hand from her arm.

She spoke in a single breath, as if it were all one word: "Will you tell me why you go?
It is not late.