I thought we ought not to--We have to keep friends anyhow and
hear of each other?"
"That goes without saying."
"I thought we ought not to go on to be lovers in any way that Would
affect you, touch you too closely.... I was sorry--I had kissed you."
"Not I. No. Don't be sorry for that. I am glad we have fallen in love,
more glad than I have been of anything else in my life, and glad we have
spoken plainly.... Though we have to part. And--"
Her whisper came close to him. "For a whole day yet, all round the clock
twice, you and I have one another."
Miss Seyffert began speaking as soon as she was well within earshot.
"I don't know the name of a single one of these flowers," she cried,
"except the bluebells. Look at this great handful I've gotten!
Springtime in Italy doesn't compare with it, not for a moment."
Section 5
Because Belinda Seyffert was in the dicky behind them with her alert
interest in their emotions all too thinly and obviously veiled, it
seemed more convenient to Sir Richmond and Miss Grammont to talk not
of themselves but of Man and Woman and of that New Age according to the
prophet Martineau, which Sir Richmond had partly described and
mainly invented and ascribed to his departed friend. They talked
anthropologically, philosophically, speculatively, with an absurd
pretence of detachment, they sat side by side in the little car,
scarcely glancing at one another, but side by side and touching each
other, and all the while they were filled with tenderness and love and
hunger for one another.
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