"I was thinking," Philip replied at length, hesitating and dropping his
voice, "that I feared both you and I had discovered that something more
than seclusion is needed to give it, however good it may be."
Maurice laid his hand on the back of Philip's, grasping it tightly.
"You too?" was his response.
They stood in silence for some moments, looking out of a window over
the dingy back yards which formed the prospect from the rear of the
house. Wynne was wondering how it was that for the first time in his
life it was impossible to be frankly confidential with Philip, and how
far it was probable that his friend would be in sympathy with him in
his trouble. He longed for counsel, and the force of old habit pressed
him to tell everything.
"Phil," he said, "will you go out with me for a walk this afternoon?"
"Of course," Ashe answered. "Don't we always go together?"
Wynne laughed, turning to look at his companion as if from afar.
"I doubt," he observed, "if anything I could tell you directly would
give you so good an idea of how upset I am, and how completely out of
the routine of our life, as the fact that I seem to have forgotten that
there ever were any walks before.
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