"Oh yes!... Until June or July, that is——"
"It is then that she expects——"
"Yes.... And I thought, Jeff, that perhaps next Saturday—we shall be out that way——"
We had arranged a little excursion for the following Saturday, the four of us—Evie and Archie, and Kitty and myself. We were to wander on Wimbledon Common.
"I never really knew her well, Jeff, understood her, I mean," she went on, "but after all I did see a good deal of her. It's horrible, when I remember the things she used to say.... And—and—you've made such a difference to me, darling—I wasn't going—to be married—before.... I should like to go, Jeff—just once," she begged.
"You wouldn't commit yourself to anything?"
"Oh no!"
"Does Evie want to go too?" I asked.
"No. She says she couldn't bear it. She cried half last night as it is."
"Then you'd call on your way next Saturday, and meet the three of us later?"