Chapter 58

“It’s the town’s hour.—I always have a feeling that the churches and the houses and the inns stroll about and talk to each other when people have gone to bed.” “What a fancy! You see things like that?” “Yes.” “So do I.” At the end of Bridge Street she paused on the crown of the bridge, and looked over and down at the water. The river was very still on this summer night, with the stars blinking in it, and the piers of the bridge and the passing water making a soft, wet whispering. She said—“Mr. Pybus, have you ever …