To the doorway came Elizabeth Landor; her sleeves rolled to the elbow, a frilled apron that reached to the chin protecting a plain gingham gown.  A moment they looked at each other; then the man’s riding cap came off with a sweep and he held out his hand.

“Bess!” he said intimately; and for another moment that was all.  Then he looked her fair between the eyes.  “I came to see your husband,” he exclaimed.  “Is he at home?”

The girl showed no surprise, ignored the out-stretched hand.

“I was expecting you,” she said.  “How told me last night that you had returned.”

A shade of colour stole into the man’s blonde cheeks and his hand dropped; but his eyes held their place.

“Yes.  I only came yesterday,” he returned.  “I’ve a little business to talk over with How.  That’s why I’m here this morning.  Is he about?”

Just perceptibly the girl smiled; but she made no answer.

“Don’t you wish to be friends, Bess?” persisted the man.  “Aren’t we to be even neighbourly?”

“Neighbourly, certainly.  I have no desire to be otherwise.”

“Why don’t you answer me, then?” The red shading was becoming positive now, telltale.  “Tell me why, please.”

“Answer?” The girl rolled down one sleeve deliberately.  “Answer?” She undid its mate.  “Do you really fancy, cousin by courtesy, that after I’ve lived the last four months I’m still such a child as that?  Do you really wish me to answer, Neighbour Craig?”

For the first time the man’s eyes dropped.  Some silver coins in his trousers pocket jingled as he fingered them nervously.  Then again he looked up.

“I beg your pardon, Bess,” he said.  “I saw your husband leave an hour ago.  I knew he wasn’t here.”  He looked her straight.  “It was you I came to see.  May I stay?”

Again the girl ignored the question.

“You admit then,” she smiled, “that if How were here you wouldn’t have come, that nothing you know of could have made you come?  Let’s understand each other in the beginning.  You admit this?”

“Yes,” steadily, “I admit it.  May I stay?”

The smile left the girl’s lips.  She looked him fair in the eyes; silently, deliberately, with an intensity the other could not fathom, could not even vaguely comprehend.  Then as deliberately she released him, looked away.

“Yes, you may stay,” she consented, “if you wish.”

“If I wish!” Craig looked at her meaningly; then with an obvious effort he checked himself “Thank you,” he completed repressedly.

This time the girl did not smile.

“Don’t you realise yet that sort of thing is useless?” she queried unemotionally.

It was the man this time who was silent.

“If you wish to stay,” went on the girl monotonously, “do so; but for once and all do away with acting.  We’re neither of us good, we’re both living a lie; but at least we understand each other.  Let’s not waste energy in pretending—­when there’s no one to be deceived.”