"If you can't see the harm for yourself," he said, "I can't show it to you."
"Well, I can't," she said. "But let's talk of something else. Margaret is taboo—she's spoilt half our lunch."
"First tell me how you got here, how you knew of my movements. I spoke of them to no one."
"No, no, that also is taboo—until after lunch."
"What can we talk about?"
Millicent looked at him. Her eyes suggested another topic—themselves.
"Is that taboo as well!" she said, as Michael's eyes dropped under hers.
"Absolutely," he said.
"Happy idea!" she cried. "The tomb! If we mayn't talk of Margaret or of our two selves or of how I got here, or of whence I came or whither you are going, surely a tomb is a safe topic?"
"Yes," Michael said, "if any topic is safe with you."
"Ah," Millicent said. "That's the nicest thing you've said."