They walked side by side over the close-cropped grass.

Dot would have slipped her hand free, but still he kept it.
They had traversed some yards before she spoke again, and then her voice was low and studiously even.
"I can't pretend to you that there has never been anyone else.

It wouldn't be right.

You probably wouldn't believe me if I did." "Oh, I gathered that a long time ago," Hill said.
"Yes, of course you did.

You always see everything, don't you?
It's your specialty." "I don't go about with my eyes shut, certainly," said Hill.
"I'm glad of that," Dot said.