‘Yes, but—you do just a little despise me?’
‘Indeed, I don’t, Mr Milvain.’
‘If that is sincere, I’m very glad. I take it in a friendly sense. I am rather despicable, you know; it’s part of my business to be so. But a friend needn’t regard that. There is the man apart from his necessities.’
The silence was then unbroken till they came to the lower end of Park Street, the junction of roads which lead to Hampstead, to Highgate, and to Holloway.
‘Shall you take an omnibus?’ Jasper asked.
She hesitated.
‘Or will you give me the pleasure of walking on with you? You are tired, perhaps?’
‘Not the least.’
For the rest of her answer she moved forward, and they crossed into the obscurity of Camden Road.
‘Shall I be doing wrong, Mr Milvain,’ Marian began in a very low voice, ‘if I ask you about the authorship of something in this month’s Current?’