“Were you? Well, those flashes happen, you know. You haven’t answered my question.”
“It is quite impossible for me to tell, even to imagine, what I might have done if you—well, if you had not come over again. I’ve never really thought of marrying Nigel, but there would be a certain rest in it—not now, but later, perhaps. And we think and work with much the same objects.”
“Nothing in rest till you’ve had the other thing first. How much thinking did you expend on that other thing before you were submerged in the unmentionable?”
Julia blushed again, then laughed. “Oh, well—some day, I’ll tell you a funny experience I had in India.”
“Tell me now.”
“Over empty coffee-cups and fragments of buttered rolls? Not I. What shall we do first? Skate?”
“If you like. Do you want to toboggan afterward?”
“I think I’d like a tramp through the woods. We’ve never really investigated them.”
“Good. Come along.”
They found the lake deserted and skated in silence until Tay remembered her promise.