She wondered if she ought to go in search of them, but her pile of work was still somewhat formidable and she was both to leave it.

She continued to darn therefore with unflagging energy, till suddenly a hand touched her shoulder and a man's voice spoke softly in her ear.
"Hullo, little one! All alone?
What has become of the fiery-headed assistant ?" She flung his hand away with a violent gesture.

So engrossed had she been with getting through her work that she had not heard his step upon the grass.
"Are you just off ?" she asked him frigidly.

"Will you have anything before you go ?" Hunt-Goring laughed--a soft, unpleasant laugh.

"Many thanks!" he said.
"I was just asking myself that question.