“Against me?”
“As if I care. Do you?”
“No, no. I don’t care.”
They left the dark bank where they had been standing and walked along to the bridge. Halfway up its steps to the road he paused and asked: “Then who is it that is so fond of me?”
“O you know, you know.” Ianthe nestled blissfully in his arm again.
“No, but who is it, I may be making another howler. I thought you meant Kate, what did she warn you of, I mean against me?”
They were now in the streets again, walking towards the tram centre. The shops were darkened and closed, but the cinemas lavished their unwanted illuminations on the street. There were no hurrying people, there was just strolling ease; the policemen at corners were chatting to other policemen now in private clothes. The brilliant trams rumbled and clanged and stopped, the saloons were full and musical.
“What did she warn you against?” he repeated.
“You,” chuckled Ianthe.
“But what about? What has she got against me?”