It shone out into the room, under the westering sun.

He looked at it a little--while Elizabeth with trembling fingers began to re-arrange her table in the old way.
Then he returned to her, speaking in the dry, slightly peremptory voice she knew well.
'I hear the new buildings at the Holme Hill Farm are nearly ready.
Come and look at them to-morrow.

And there are some woods over there that would be worth examining.

The Air Board is still clamouring for more ash.' Elizabeth agreed.

Her smile was a gleam through the mist.
'And, on the way back, Pamela and I must go and talk to the village--about pigs and potatoes!' 'Do you really know anything about either ?' he asked, incredulously.
'Come and hear us!' There was silence.