He followed her to the path beside the wall.
“I looked for you from here,” she said.
“I did not see you.”
“No. When I heard the boat I—Robin, I’m afraid—I’m afraid.”
“Of me, Viola?”
He laughed joyously.
“Take off your veil,” he said.
“No, no—not yet. I want to tell you first—”
“To tell me what?”
“That my—that my—Robin, I’m not beautiful now.”