She rested a hand on his arm. It was no more than a girlish gesture. She didn't notice that he set his teeth and sat very still.
“I've thought this, though,” she said. “If I'm to meet you out here like—like this—”
“But you're not to.”
“Well... here we are!”
“Yes... here we are!”
“I was going to say, it's dishonest, I think, for us to avoid each other during the day. If we're friends...”
“If we're friends we'd better admit it.”
“Yes. I meant that.”
He fell to working at his pipe with a pocket knife She watched him until he was smoking again.
“Mrs. Hasmer won't like it.”