"Will I be in the way?" he asked as he stopped at the foot of the rocks.
"Oh, no!" said the other, moving a little and unclasping his hand.
Claude sat down on a boulder. "Is this heather?" he asked. "I thought I recognized it, from 'Kidnapped.' This part of the world is not as new to you as it is to me."
"No. I lived in Paris for several years when I was a student."
"What were you studying?"
"The violin."
"You are a musician?" Claude looked at him wonderingly.
"I was," replied the other with a disdainful smile, languidly stretching out his legs in the heather.
"That seems too bad," Claude remarked gravely.
"What does?"