“ It’s a fine depth,” she said, “and so clear.”
“ Yes,” said Miss Limb.
“ Do you swim?” said Paul. “Miss Limb was just saying we could come when we liked.”
“ Of course there’s the farm-hands,” said Miss Limb.
They talked a few moments, then went on up the wild hill, leaving the lonely, haggard-eyed woman on the bank.
The hillside was all ripe with sunshine. It was wild and tussocky, given over to rabbits. The three walked in silence. Then:
“ She makes me feel uncomfortable,” said Paul.
“ You mean Miss Limb?” asked Miriam. “Yes.”
“ What’s a matter with her? Is she going dotty with being too lonely?”
“ Yes,” said Miriam. “It’s not the right sort of life for her. I think it’s cruel to bury her there. I really ought to go and see her more. But—she upsets me.”
“ She ma
