There was nothing he wanted to say to the son of a bachelor, not now anyway. He had to think about whether it was right to meddle at all. He had no real duty to Dulcie, who had many friends and a family to look out for her. And now she had Edith too. Walking along the road, he tried to talk himself out of his half-belief, growing all the time, in Edith’s intuition. After all, she hadn’t even met Sullivan, only Dulcie. It didn’t make sense that she could know anything about one person by meeting another, however closely they were involved. The wind picked up, driving before it the smell of rain. A low rumble sounded, less loud than a heartbeat yet capable of dominating the air. The rustling leaves showed pale undersides as though in surrender to the coming storm. Jeff began to jog in his boots, for he had livestock to get safe under cover. He liked to run, to shut his mind of everything but the pounding of his feet and the hurrying of his heart. Figuring he had about half a mile to go, he kept his pace easy for he didn’t want to be too beat to work when he got home.
