‘Let us wait another five years, and then I will ask your opinion as to the success of my marriage. I don’t take a step of this kind without maturely considering it. Have I made many blunders as yet?’
‘As yet, not that I know of.’
‘Do I impress you as one likely to commit follies?’
‘I had rather wait a little before answering that.’
‘That is to say, you prefer to prophesy after the event. Very well, we shall see.’
In the length of Gower Street they talked of several other things less personal. By degrees the tone of their conversation had become what it was used to be, now and then almost confidential.
‘You are still at the same lodgings?’ asked Amy, as they drew near to the railway station.
‘I moved yesterday, so that the girls and I could be under the same roof—until the next change.’
‘You will let us know when that takes place?’
He promised, and with exchange of smiles which were something like a challenge they took leave of each other.