“Why?”
“Because I used to spend so much of my youth at the top there, thinking great thoughts.”
“But why only me?”
“Surely you know.”
“Perhaps I don’t.”
“Oh yes, you do.”
“When I was little I used to tell everything to a friend I had then. We used to walk in the lane, down at Broadlands. One day she tripped up and cut her leg.”
“And I have never told anyone everything.”
“Tell me.”
“I will some day, it would take too long now. June, are we getting near the top now?”