They walked up and down the lawn for a few minutes, speaking of indifferent things, and Lily made some reference to her leaving on the next day.
"And I shall be alone with Jack," said Kit simply, but with purpose.
"Yes," said the other. Then, after a pause: "You must have things to say to each other, Kit. Jack told Toby yesterday he had hardly had a word with you since you were ill."
Kit stopped.
"I dread it," she said, "and I know it must come. But, Lily, what is to be said on either side? what can be said?"
"Ah, it's no use thinking over what you are going to say," said Lily. "You will say what you must, what you feel."
"I don't know what I feel," said Kit. "Let us sit down; it is warm. And I want to talk to you."
They sat down on a garden-seat, shaded by the fan-branched cedar and looking out over the haze of summer sunshine and the slow, strong river.
"I don't know what I feel," said Kit again.
"Try to tell me as best you can," said Lily quietly.