The sweet look of pain on her face!
“It’s nothing,” said George nobly. And it really was nothing. One can get a delightful amount of blood and sympathy from the most insignificant scratch.
They hesitated a moment. She looked on the ground; he looked at her. Then his eyes wandered round the beautiful day, and came back to her just as she looked up.
“It is a wonderful day, isn’t it?” he said suddenly.
“Yes,” she breathed.
It seemed absurd to separate on such a day when they were both wandering, and Heaven had brought them together.
“I say, dash it,” said George suddenly: “what are you going to do? Are you going anywhere particular?”
“Not very particular.”
“Neither am I. Can’t we go there together?”
“I was just going to have lunch.”