In the morning we went to church with Maud and two other mistresses, and the boarders.
We were alone for a little, in Maud’s room, before lunch.
‘When did you go to the Russian Ballet?’ I asked.
And Walter said:
‘When you said you liked dancing; in the tea-shop near the British Museum. I went the next evening.’
I took his hand.
I said:
‘That was dear of you. Did you like it?’
He said:
‘I don’t know if I liked it really. Not very much, perhaps, but I liked to know what you liked . . .’