"You think it's so terrible?"
"Quite terrible."
She laughed. "Do you remember how you came to see me there?"
"Yes. And how you took me for the man come to tune the piano."
He smiled, remembering it. A bell rang, summoning them, and he took no notice. He smiled again; and suddenly a great shyness and a terror overcame her.
"Don't you really think," said he, "that this sort of thing is nicer?"
"Oh, incomparably nicer. But isn't it getting rather cold?"
His face darkened. "Do you want to go in?"
"Yes."
They rose and went together into the house.