"Do you think it will be—safe? Just to walk in on him, I mean. Wouldn't it be better to prepare him first?"
"No, no—that's the one thing I am sure of."
"Are you sure you can trust yourself?"
"I don't know. If I can't there's an end of everything, so I must."
"What about our going together?"
"No, nor that either." She flushed a little as she said it.
I think, though I am not sure, that there was jealousy in that flush. In that unspeakable solitude of his Derry had so far only a single friend—myself. She was prepared, if she could, to steal my share of him, to have him all to herself.
"But I've got to see him to-day; I promised it," I said.
"Then off you go now, while I'm here. But you're not to say a word about my coming. Then if I were you I should get off to Haslemere."
She meant I had better get out of the way altogether. I sighed.... "Well, come and get your books."