“If you want to.”
They set out again. Was it imagination or did she press his arm under hers, close to her? Had she much on? His heart beat, one felt that one could never say anything again. Wasn’t she wonderful?
“Do you like cows?”
“I don’t know. Why?”
“They frighten me sometimes, although I live most of the time in the country. Don’t they you?”
“No, I don’t think so.”
“But they looked so fierce with their horns, and sometimes when they were frightened in Norbury market their eyes went purple and they slavered at the mouth.”
“They are very stupid, that’s all.”
“I’m not sure. And bulls, of course, are really dangerous.”
“Bulls?” She laughed.