She felt his eyes upon her though she did not raise her own.
After a moment or two he came to her.

"What are you doing there ?" he said.
It was the first piece of work she had done for him.

She glanced up.

"Mending your shirt," she told him briefly.
He laid his hand abruptly upon it.

"What are you doing that for?
I don't want you to mend my things." "Oh, don't be silly, Burke!" she said.