’

There was a pause, when the evening seemed to rise in its silent, ringing pallor infinitely high, to the infinite which was near at hand.

‘WOHIN?’

That was the question — WOHIN? Whither? WOHIN? What a lovely word! She NEVER wanted it answered. Let it chime for ever.

‘I don’t know,’ she said, smiling at him.

He caught the smile from her.

‘One never does,’ he said.

‘One never does,’ she repeated.

There was a silence, wherein he ate biscuits rapidly, as a rabbit eats leaves.

‘But,’