Hilda said nothing, and as they walked on MacConnell spoke again, apologetically: "I hope you don't mind my knowing about it, Hilda.

Don't stiffen up like that.

No one else knows, and I didn't try to find out anything.

I felt it, even before I knew who he was.

I knew there was somebody, and that it wasn't I." They crossed Oxford Street in silence, feeling their way.