‘I can’t believe it is true!’
‘You mean that no one would want to marry me?’
‘No,’ he said quietly, ‘I don’t mean that.’
We walked along without speaking; we were nearly at Chelsea Bridge now.
George stopped walking, and turned round:
‘Does Hugo know?’ he asked.
I said:
‘No. I haven’t seen Hugo.’
He leaned his elbows on the stone parapet and looked straight in front of him, across the river.
‘You know, Helen,’ he said, ‘you must not do this; you can’t understand what you are doing; you haven’t thought.’