Chapter 66

By mutual consent they returned to town by an afternoon train. They sat at opposite ends of the carriage and looked out of opposite windows, for there was a constraint between them, and the grey chill of the river dawn seemed to linger. They were alone together, yet not alone, while very conscious of each other. If he appeared absorbed in the wet landscape and his own thoughts, she—from her corner—threw an occasional chafed glance at his half-averted profile and his wilful preoccupation. She was angry. Men were so …