Grandmother was in the drawing-room when he came in.
When I came downstairs I found them having tea.
Grandmother said:
‘Here is Mr. Sebright, my dear. He has been telling me about his studies in Roman Britain.’
It was like my grandmother not to be surprised. She had never heard of Walter, I am sure, for we had none of us thought or spoken of him before, and since that walk at Christmas, I had thought of him a good deal, and not wanted to speak.
Grandmother liked ‘antiquities.’ When she was a girl she had visited a great many museums; with her father first, who thought it was good for her, and then with her husband, who liked museums himself.
She used to say that it was a sign of our generation not to like museums, and a bad sign. Some things about us she considered good. I could see that she was pleased with Walter.
‘Mr. Sebright tells me that the inscribed rocks at Chester are not really so interesting as those at Corbridge,’ she said.
Walter was standing up to shake hands with me.
I knew again that he had been waiting for me, and wanting to see me very much.