"All gone for walks."
"Don't you walk?" She saw the red sparks in his eyes, and his face mobile for the next emotion. This one was a gently disguised scorn, and again she was unmoved.
"I'd rather run."
"If you're alone, won't you come back to Janet's?"
"No, thank you."
"She would like to see you."
"And I should like to see her. I've known about her for so long; but—it's good to be alone, isn't it? This is the first day I've ever had like this. I'm greedy of it. But if I could just go and speak to her and come back again, that would be best of all."
"You can do what you like at Janet's," he said. "I'm staying there."
To that she made no answer, but her mind was busy, adding this last statement to Janet's refusal to see visitors. She smiled, and through her thought there ran a pleasant sense of liking for Alexander's company. His face was almost what she had expected, but his effect on her was not. She had forgotten her old enmity and all the lurking, half-seen fears that caused it, and she walked easily by his side and knew no embarrassment at their silence.
"We've got photographs of you in our kitchen," he said suddenly; "but how did you know me?"