Did he ask me about Bruges? No, but he had asked me about Jevons. I told her more or less how I had answered, and she said it was dear of me.
"But it's no use telling them anything about me, Wally."
I asked her, Had they said much?
She said, "No. It's what they think. Or rather, what they don't think.
They'll never think the same of me again. And they'll never trust me."
I said, Come, it wasn't so bad as all that.
But she stuck to it.
"There!" she said. "Didn't I tell you?"
Mrs. Thesiger from the drawing-room window was calling to us to come in.
The grass was damp.
"They won't trust me even with you."
I thought: "Poor little Viola—she's burned her boats with a vengeance."