She laughed.
'More or less that.'
We sat in silence for a while, and then she put into words the thought which was in both our minds.
'How odd it seems, you and I sitting together chatting like this,
Peter, after all—all these years.'
'Like a dream!'
'Just like a dream … I'm so glad…. You don't know how I've hated myself sometimes for—for—'
'Audrey! You mustn't talk like that. Don't let's think of it.
Besides, it was my fault.'
She shook her head.
'Well, put it that we didn't understand one another.'
She nodded slowly.