As he was walking down the gravel drive to the road an arm hooked in his.
“Do you mind if I come along? I dont want to stay here.”
“Sure come ahead Tony I’m going to walk.”
Herf walked with a long stride, looking straight ahead of him. Clouds had darkened the sky where remained the faintest milkiness of moonlight. To the right and left there was outside of the violetgray cones of occasional arclights black pricked by few lights, ahead the glare of streets rose in blurred cliffs yellow and ruddy.
“You dont like me do you?” said Tony Hunter breathlessly after a few minutes.
Herf slowed his pace. “Why I dont know you very well. You seem to me a very pleasant person....”
“Dont lie; there’s no reason why you should.... I think I’m going to kill myself tonight.”
“Heavens! dont do that.... What’s the matter?”
“You have no right to tell me not to kill myself. You dont know anything about me. If I was a woman you wouldnt be so indifferent.”
“What’s eating you anyway?”