But then I remembered that I wouldn't make a beautiful corpse, anyway it went,
with the face I had on me.

I was just getting comfortably miserable when I heard a step behind me,
and my heart gave a jump. And I gave a start too.

`Oh, is that you, Mr Wilson?' said a timid little voice.

`Yes,' I said. `Is that you, Mary?'

And she said yes. It was the first time I called her Mary,
but she did not seem to notice it.

`Did I frighten you?' I asked.

`No -- yes -- just a little,' she said. `I didn't know
there was any one ----' then she stopped.

`Why aren't you dancing?' I asked her.

`Oh, I'm tired,' she said. `It was too hot in the wool-shed. I thought
I'd like to come out and get my head cool and be quiet a little while.'

`Yes,' I said, `it must be hot in the wool-shed.'

She stood looking out over the willows. Presently she said,
`It must be very dull for you, Mr Wilson -- you must feel lonely.
Mr Barnes said ----' Then she gave a little gasp and stopped --
as if she was just going to put her foot in it.