‘Why did you force me to?’
‘Well, it hasn’t been much good, has it, seeing that here we are again.’
‘It hasn’t been the least good.’
‘It never is, unless it’s done in twos. Then I’m all for it. Don’t forget that next time, will you. And you might also give the poor devil who is run from a thought. He has the thinnest time. I suppose if I were to try and tell you the sort of hell he has to endure you wouldn’t even understand, you untouched little thing,—you self-sufficing little thing.’
Silence.
Catherine, gazing at the view, was no doubt taking his remarks in. At least, he hoped so.
‘Won’t you turn round, Catherine?’ he inquired.
‘Yes, when you’re ready to take me back to Chickover.’
‘I’ll be ready to do that when we’ve arrived at some conclusion. Is it any use my coming round to your other side? We could talk better if we could see each other’s faces.’
‘No use at all,’ said Catherine.