"I should say so," he said. "You've only got to ask me, Kit. I'm always ready to hang round."
There was rather a bad half hour in the park, and for a time I felt that Henry had been a wrong move. But, as it turned out he hadn't, for Russell took advantage of somebody's signalling to Henry from a machine to say:
"Just a bit afraid of me still, aren't you?"
"Why?"
"You brought Henry. I know the signs. You asked him, and he's so set up about it that he's walking on clouds."
"I am afraid."
"Of me?"
"Of myself."
He caught my arm as he helped me across a puddle, and squeezed it.
"Good girl!" he said.