That night Violet slept in Ransome's bed.
Ransome lay on the sofa in the front sitting-room. He did not sleep, and at dawn he got up and looked out. The rain had ceased. It was the beginning of a perfect day.
He remembered then that he had promised Winny to walk with her to Wimbledon Common.
CHAPTER XXXII
"She's ill. Fair gone to pieces. But the doctor says she'll soon be all right again if we take care of her."
It was early evening of Sunday. They were going slowly up the steep hill that winds, westward and southward, toward the heights of Wimbledon.
He had just told her that Violet had come back.
"I couldn't in common decency turn her out."
In a long silence he struggled to find words for what he had to say next. She saw him struggling and came to his help.