I sighed. Somehow it seemed such a pity. I glanced at my companion. She looked rather wistful.
"Why is everything all wrong?" I said suddenly.
She smiled a little.
"Is it?"
"Of course it is. Haven't we got to slink away and leave all this? My dear, it's all utterly wrong. The time is out of joint—dislocated."
"It isn't really, Peter."
I looked at her quickly. Her eyes were wide open now, and very bright.
"You're right, lass," said I. "If one goes up a backwater, I suppose one's got to come down again. Only—
"Only it's been a rather short backwater, hasn't it?"
"It has been very sunny, Peter."