"Yes, another holiday," he said quickly.
"Nothing wrong?" she queried.
"Well, well, no; but the college has closed down for the period of the war."
"That is a pity."
He laughed a queer, excited little laugh, in which there did not seem to be any mirth or meaning. Then he picked himself up quickly.
"You won't tell anybody?"
"What about?"
"This that I have told you, about the college."
"Oh, dear no!" she replied very quickly, as if amazed and annoyed that he should have asked her to respect this little piece of information as a confidence. And she had not reckoned on meeting him at all. Besides she had not spoken so many words to him since the morning after the concert.
She lifted her head high and went on walking between the muddy puddles on the way to the valley school.