“and I mean to find out what it is.”

“Mr. Emerson — ”

He turned towards her frowning, as if she had disturbed him in some abstract quest.

“I want to ask you something before we go in.”

They were close to their pension. She stopped and leant her elbows against the parapet of the embankment. He did likewise. There is at times a magic in identity of position; it is one of the things that have suggested to us eternal comradeship. She moved her elbows before saying:

“I have behaved ridiculously.”

He was following his own thoughts.

“I was never so much ashamed of myself in my life; I cannot think what came over me.”