"It was awfully nice of you."
"There was nothing else," I said, "to do."
"You're coming with me to Canterbury." She stated it.
"No, my dear child," I said, "I am not. You don't want them to think you went to Bruges with me."
This was by implication a reference to Jevons. It was as near as I had let myself get to him.
She said, "What are you going to do, then?"
"I'm going to put you on the boat at Ostend, and then I'm coming back here."
It must have been at this point that the garçon brought the coffee. For I remember our sitting out there and drinking it amicably until the aroma of it gave Viola an idea.
"What time shall we have to start to-morrow?"
I said, "First thing in the morning."