"Do come," he said.
She nodded, and they turned and walked together towards the end of the cricket ground. She did not know why he should want her to come with him at such an unusual time, but she could see that he was unhappy, that he needed sympathy, and so, after a second's hesitation, she passed, for the first time in her life, her arm through his. He looked at her quickly, a look of surprise and gratitude, and pressed her arm with his. He said nothing, now that she was with him. He did not feel any need of words; it was her presence he wanted, and all that her presence meant to him. But she, being ignorant of what was in his mind, was embarrassed by his silence.
"That was a jolly knock of yours," she said at last.
"Oh! not bad, but in a second innings!"
"Rather like that one of yours five years ago."
"What! Do you remember that?"
"Of course; it was a great occasion."
"For me."
"And for us."