Pause.
“Though of course,” a little wistfully, “it wasn’t at all true. I don’t take a living interest in it at all: I only do it to please him. And I can only please him by making him think I’m not doing it to please him. That’s why I say he’s stupid.”
Pause.
“I suppose I shall see you again sometime?”
“Possibly. I don’t know.... I don’t think I shall come again.”
“I hope you will.... I suppose you like him? Well, so do I. That ought to be something in common between us.”
Pause.
“Oughtn’t it?”
Catherine did not answer. But Helen kissed her very affectionately. And at that moment Verreker entered in motor-cap and goggles.
“We’ll catch the 9.40 at the junction,” he said. “Come along!”