It came near enough for one to hear the voices of the men from town, talking loudly together.

It stopped at the Burnells' gate.
Stanley was half-way up the path before he saw Linda.

"Is that you, darling ?" "Yes, Stanley." He leapt across the flower-bed and seized her in his arms.

She was enfolded in that familiar, eager, strong embrace.
"Forgive me, darling, forgive me," stammered Stanley, and he put his hand under her chin and lifted her face to him.
"Forgive you ?" smiled Linda.

"But whatever for ?" "Good God! You can't have forgotten," cried Stanley Burnell.