“Will you come for another walk with me one day?”
“Perhaps.”
“We could go to the top of Swan’s Wood. It would be very nice of you. I am so alone.”
“Why do you want to go up to the top? What happens there?”
—What would? “There is a view, that’s all. A lovely view that I used to look at a great deal in the old days. And you can describe it to me when we get there.”
“All right. Though I don’t know what you see in views.”
He was a queer person, but very exciting.
They walked. He guided his steps from the sound of hers. He felt awkward. Then he stumbled and almost fell, on purpose. She stopped and laid a hand on his arm.
“Take care. You mustn’t fall down and hurt yourself.”
“There is no harm done. I say, June, would you mind dreadfully if I did put my hand on your arm? I should be able to get along easier then.”