"I had a bicycle accident," he said.
Dawes' hand trembled as he moved the piece.
"You shouldn't ha' laughed at me," he said very low.
"When?"
"That night on Woodborough Road, when you and her passed me—you with your hand on her shoulder."
"I never laughed at you," said Paul.
Dawes kept his fingers on the draught-piece.
"I never knew you were there till the very second when you passed," said Morel.
"It was that as did me," he said, very low.
Paul took another sweet.