‘I never would forgive a person who made a fool of me.’
‘I wouldn’t like it; but if it only affected myself, it wouldn’t be important. A thing that happens to yourself alone doesn’t matter.’ She stopped and blushed painfully, thinking: ‘How he’ll mock.’ But instead he looked at her gravely and nodded, saying:
‘I dare say you’re right.’
It was beginning to get dark.
He steered the canoe under the willows into narrow shadinesses, lit a cigarette and lay back watching her.
‘And what will they teach you at college, Judy?’
No one but he knew how to say ‘Judy.’
‘I don’t know, Roddy. I’m rather frightened,—not about the reading,—about the girls, all the people. I don’t understand a bit how to live with lots of people. I never have. I shall make such mistakes. It oppresses me, such a weight of lives crammed together in one building, such a terrifying press of faces. I prefer living alone.’
‘Don’t get standardized, or I shan’t come and visit you.’
‘Will you come and visit me?’