They fell at last into the way of walking together almost every time they met, though for a long time still they never met but at church.

He couldn't ask her to come and see him, and as if she hadn't a proper place to receive him she never invited her friend.

As much as himself she knew the world of London, but from an undiscussed instinct of privacy they haunted the region not mapped on the social chart.

On the return she always made him leave her at the same corner.

She looked with him, as a pretext for a pause, at the depressed things in suburban shop-fronts; and there was never a word he had said to her that she hadn't beautifully understood.