"No—not really. But it depends how they receive you. If they're hostile——" He shrugged his shoulders.
"And this square?" she said. "What's this square?"
"A pool. All the houses hang over it as though they were hiding it. It's restful like a pool. There's no noise——"
The statue of the nymph had disappeared. The trees were a black splash against the lamp-lit walls. Lights were in the windows.
He seemed suddenly conscious that it was late. When he had gone Lizzie stood, for some time, looking into the square and thinking how right he had been.
All that evening Daisy was out of temper.