It was the very first time we’d shaken hands at all.
Last night a kiss on the hair!
To-night, a handshake!...
And, in spite of all I’d expected, he’d never once mentioned that kiss.
I suppose he won’t now.
CHAPTER XX
FRIENDS
Often, when I’ve imagined something was going to be so easy and delightful, it’s turned out to involve every kind of difficulty and unpleasantness. Like earning my own living in the City. And then other things, which I’ve foreseen as such odious and constant worries, have proved to be not nearly so bad after all; in fact, quite amusing—that’s like agreeing to be “friends—real chums” with my employer Mr. Waters.
He’s really quite—I don’t know how to put it—different.