“Then I think I ought to come and open it for you.”
“But you will be afraid to return alone.”
“Afraid! Of what?”
“I really don’t know,” he said, “but I thought girls were always scared in the dark.”
“Then I am an exception.”
She cast a backward glance into the room.
“The lamp is quite safe. It will not take me a minute.”
They walked together down the short avenue. The gate was standing open.
“Really,” laughed Martin, “I had quite forgotten.”
“So boys have weak memories, too?”