Walter was waiting in the hall.
There was a taxi at the door to take us home; Grandmother had arranged that. She would pay for it, she had said.
I ran back to the drawing-room to say ‘Good-bye.’
Hugo came with me into the hall, and George came out on to the steps.
‘When shall we meet again?’ he said. ‘Are you going away soon?’
I said:
‘Next week we are going, up to the Wall again. We shall be back in September.’
George said:
‘Good-bye, then, till September.’
He was smiling his wide, delightful smile.