And Guy looked at me so queerly, for a moment, with his face screwed up, and I was not sure at first, if he was angry. . . .
And then he said:
‘Yes. It was cut down while I was away, last autumn. Dinah had it done. She did not know, of course, that it was a special tree.’
And I said:
‘No, of course not . . . she could not have known.’
And I thought:
‘He had not told her that!’
We did not talk about it. We just walked up and down, and Guy talked about his children, and I talked about mine.
The seats in front of the house were all painted bright green. They were painted every year, and the paths were always raked.
It is right to rake gravel paths, and to keep the edges trimmed. It ought to look much nicer, but I don’t think it does, somehow.