“A walk? Where to?”
“Shall we go along by the river?”
She hesitated. She was torn by conflicting feelings. She was very angry with Garstin. She still continued to say, though now to herself, “I don’t believe it! I don’t believe it!” And yet she knew that Garstin’s portrait had greatly increased her strange fear of Arabian.
“This way will take us to the river.”
She knew he was looking straight at her though she did not look at him. At that moment a remembrance of Craven and Camber flashed through her mind.
“Yes, I know,” she said, “But—”
“I am fond of the river,” he said.
“Yes—but in winter!”
“Let us go. Or will you come back to—”
“No, I will go. I like it too. London looks its best from the waterside.”