After a few moments she complained to Edward of giddiness. He led her to a seat.
‘Feel better now?’
‘Quite, thanks. But I’d rather not begin again just yet.’
He studied the ground.
‘It’s a year since you were here.’
‘Yes.’
‘I’ve often thought of that visit.’
‘Have you?’ said Sheila. ‘I live with my aunt, you know, and she doesn’t approve of my visits to a home of free-thinkers.’
‘But you are not of her persuasion?’
‘Obviously not. Hypatia was my best friend.’