"
But when he saw her, his sense of discomfort only increased. Their
dining together was natural enough. It was not even faintly
clandestine. But the new restraint he put on himself made him
reserved and unhappy. He could not act a part. And after a time
Audrey left off acting, too, and he found her watching him. On the
surface he talked, but underneath it he saw her unhappiness, and
her understanding of his.
"I'm going back, too," she said. "I came down to see what I can
do, but there is nothing for the untrained woman. She's a cumberer
of the earth. I'll go home and knit. I daresay I ought to be able
to learn to do that well, anyhow."
"Have you forgiven me for this afternoon?"
"I wasn't angry. I understood."
That was it, in a nutshell. Audrey understood. She was that sort.
She never held small resentments. He rather thought she never felt
them.
"Don't talk about me," she said. "Tell me about you and why you
are here. It's the war, of course."
So, rather reluctantly, he told her.
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