It ai n't safe for her to wander about alone as she does , but it ai n't often anybody from the harbour gets up this far . She was dreadful upset about it -- has n't got over her scare yet . '' When Lilith came in , her ivory-white face went scarlet all over at the sight of Roger . She sat down in a shadowy corner . Mrs. Barr got up and went out . Roger was mute ; he could find nothing to say . He could have talked glibly enough to Isabel Temple 's ghost in some unearthly tryst by her grave , but he could not find a word to say to this slip of flesh and blood . He felt very foolish and absurd , and very conscious of his twisted shoulder . What a fool he had been to come ! Then Lilith looked up at him -- and smiled . A little shy , friendly smile . Roger suddenly saw her not as the tantalizing , unreal , mystic thing of the twilit grove , but as a little human creature , exquisitely pretty in her young-moon beauty , longing for companionship . He got up , forgetting his ugliness , and went across the room to her . `` Will you come for a walk , '' he said eagerly . He held out his hand like a child ; as a child she stood up and took it ; like two children they went out and down the sunset shore . Roger was again incredibly happy . It was not the same happiness as had been his in that vanished fortnight ; it was a homelier happiness with its feet on the earth . The amazing thing was that he felt she was happy too -- happy because she was walking with him , `` Jarback '' Temple , whom no girl had even thought about . A certain secret well-spring of fancy that had seemed dry welled up in him sparklingly again . Through the summer weeks the odd courtship went on .
XXXXX talked to her as he had never talked to anyone .
Barr Jarback Lilith Roger fortnight harbour tryst twilit weeks well-spring