‘It is very dark for April.’
He said:
‘Yes, it is getting late.’
Lorries went past us, a train of lorries, with iron girders on them. There was a Salvation Army meeting at the corner of a street.
I said:
‘I should like to be religious.’
George said:
‘So should I.’
I wished already, that I had been kinder to George. I knew how hard it must have been for him to say all that to me. I was grateful to him for caring about it at all.
We had left the river now, and were walking through streets with more warehouses and yards. We came out soon to Westminster, and crossed the wide space in front of the Houses of Parliament. We stood and waited for a bus.