“All right. Only he won’t be back till this evening.”
“No more he will. Very well; what do you say, then, to filling up the time by going there again?”
I actually stumbled, as if he had tripped me.
“Harry!”
I had clutched hold of him to stop him, and we stood face to face.
“You ain’t afraid?” he asked.
“Afraid! I’m sick at the very thought.”
“O, that’s rot! We’ve seen the worst, and got over it.”
“Have we? We’ve seen enough anyhow to serve me for a lifetime.”
“Don’t you bother, then. I’ll go by myself.”