"It's getting late," she said.

"Don't you think we ought to go home ?" He was standing in the level sun-rays gazing sombrely down into the valley from which already the mists were beginning to rise.
He turned at her voice, and she knew he looked at her, though she did not meet his eyes.

For a moment or two he stood, not speaking, but as though on the verge of speech; and her heart quickened to a nervous throbbing.
Then unexpectedly he turned upon his heel.

"Yes.

Wait here, won't you, while I go and fetch the animals ?" He went, and a sharp sense of relief shot through her.