A fine sunset had begun to glow upon the river; its warmth gave a tone to Monica's thin cheeks.
'And you will let me see you again before long?
Let me drive you to Hampton Court next Sunday--or any other place you would choose.' 'Very likely I shall be invited to my friend's in Chelsea.' 'Do you seriously think of leaving the shop ?' 'I don't know--I must have time to think about it--' 'Yes--yes.

But if I write a line to you, say on Friday, would you let me know whether you can come ?' 'Please to let me refuse for next Sunday.

The one after, perhaps--' He bent his head, looked desperately grave, and drove the boat on Monica was disturbed, but held to her resolution, which Widdowson silently accepted.

The rest of the way they exchanged only brief sentences, about the beauty of the sky, the scenes on river or bank, and other impersonal matters.

After landing, they walked in silence towards Chelsea Bridge.
'Now I must go quickly home,' said Monica.
'But how ?' 'By train--from York Road to Walworth Road.' Widdowson cast a curious glance at her.