“No.”
“I want to ask a favour of you; I want you to come for a walk with me.”
“Where to?”
“Nowhere in particular; anywhere you like.”
“But what for?”
He hesitated.
“I—can't tell you—at least, it's very difficult; but please come if you can.”
He raised his eyes suddenly from the ground, and she saw how strange their expression was.
“There is something the matter with you,” she said gently. He pulled a leaf from the flower in his button-hole, and began tearing it to pieces. Who was it that he was so oddly like? Someone who had that same trick of the fingers and hurried, nervous gesture.
“I am in trouble,” he said, looking down at his hands and speaking in a hardly audible voice. “I—don't want to be alone this evening. Will you come?”