Then they were silent.
“You want to go?” he asked. “Half a minute, I’ll just have a horse put in—”
“No,” said Gudrun. “I want to walk.”
He had promised to walk with her down the long, lonely mile of drive, and she wanted this.
“You might just as well drive,” he said.
“I’d much rather walk,” she asserted, with emphasis.
“You would! Then I will come along with you. You know where your things are? I’ll put boots on.”
He put on a cap, and an overcoat over his evening dress. They went out into the night.
“Let us light a cigarette,” he said, stopping in a sheltered angle of the porch. “You have one too.”
So, with the scent of tobacco on the night air, they set off down the dark drive that ran between close-cut hedges through sloping meadows.