We had to change at Oxford, and there, as I walked about the platform, Amy put herself in my way, so that I was obliged to begin talking with her.

This behaviour rather surprised me.

I wondered what Mrs.Goodall would think of it.

But perhaps it was a sign of innocent freedom in the intercourse of men and women.

At all events, Amy managed to get me into the same carriage with herself, and on the way to London we were alone.