“You ought not to hold my hand.”
“I know it.”
“I am astonished that you do not remember your Aunt Mary’s teaching you better.”
“She never forbade my holding your hand.”
“Suppose anyone should come suddenly down the path?”
“They would see us and turn and go back.”
“To tell everyone—”
“What?”
“A lie.”
Jack laughed, folded her hand hard in his, and drew himself into a sitting posture beside her knee.