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He spoke with a certain bitterness.

‘Perhaps we should all stay away,’ she said.

‘Perhaps!’ he said, lifting his shoulders a little. ‘But I don’t think so.’

He relapsed into a slightly blank silence. Peculiar how his feelings flushed over him, anger, diffidence, wistfulness, assurance, and an anger again, all in little flushes, and somewhat naïve.

‘It doesn’t rain so much,’ said Kate. ‘When will the car come?’

‘It is here now. It has been waiting some time,’ he replied.

‘Then I’ll go,’ she said.

‘Well,’ he replied, looking at the sky. ‘It is still raining, and your dress is very thin. You must take my cloak.’

‘Oh!’ she said, shrinking, ‘it is only two yards.’

‘It is still raining fairly fast. Better either wait, or let me lend you my cloak.’

He swung out of his cloak with a quick little movement, and held it up to her. Almost without realizing, she turned her shoulders to him and he put the cape on her. She caught it round her, and ran out to the gate, as if escaping. He followed, with a light yet military stride. The soldiers saluted rather slovenly, and he responded briefly.