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to feel anything before she walked quickly away, and he followed her down the steps, along the garden path, under the pink rose arches, across the lawn. There, with the gay herbaceous border behind her, Anne faced Reginald. ‘It isn’t that I’m not awfully fond of you,’ she said. ‘I am. But’ – her eyes widened – ‘not in the way’ – a quiver passed over her face – ‘one ought to be fond of – ’ Her lips parted, and she couldn’t stop herself. She began laughing. ‘There, you see, you see,’ she cried, ‘it’s your check t-tie. Even at this moment, when one would think one really would be solemn, your tie reminds me fearfully of the bow-tie that cats wear in pictures! Oh, please forgive me for being so horrid, please!’

Reggie caught hold of her little warm hand. ‘There’s no question of forgiving you,’ he said quickly. ‘How could there be? And I do believe I know why I make you laugh. It’s because you’re so far above me in every way that I am somehow ridiculous. I see that, Anne. But if I were to – ’

‘No, no.’ Anne squeezed his hand hard. ‘It’s not that. That’s all wrong. I’m not far above you at all. You’re much better than I am. You’re marvellously unselfish and… and kind and simple. I’m none of those things. You don’t know me. I’m the most awful character,’ said Anne. ‘Please don’t interrupt. And besides, that’s not the point. The point is’ – she shook her head – ‘I couldn’t possibly marry a man I laughed at. Surely you see that. The man I marry – ’ breathed Anne softly. She broke off. She drew her hand away, and looking at Reggie she smiled strangely, dreamily. ‘The man I marry – ’

And it seemed to Reggie that a tall, handsome, brilliant stranger stepped in front of him and took his place – the kind of man that Anne and he had seen often at the theatre, walking on to the stage from nowhere, without a word catching the heroine in his arms, and after one long, tremendous look, carrying her off to anywhere…

Reggie bowed to his vision. ‘Yes, I see,’ he said huskily.

‘Do you?’ said Anne. ‘Oh, I do hope you do. Because I feel so horrid about it. It’s so hard to explain. You know I’ve never – ’ She stopped. Reggie looked at her. She was smiling. ‘Isn’t it funny?’ she said. ‘I can say anything to you. I always have been able to from the very beginning.’

He tried to smile, to say ‘I’m glad.’ She went on. ‘I’ve never known anyone I like as much as I like you. I’ve never felt so happy with anyone. But I’m sure it’s not what people and what books mean when they talk about love. Do you understand? Oh, if you only knew how horrid I feel. But we’d be like… like Mr and Mrs Dove.’

That did it. That seemed to Reginald final, and so terribly true that he could hardly bear it. ‘Don’t drive it home,’ he said, and he turned away from Anne and looked across the lawn. There was the gardener’s cottage, with the dark dex-tree beside it. A wet, blue thumb of transparent smoke hung above the chimney. It didn’t look real. How his throat ached! Could he speak? He had a shot. ‘I must be getting along home,’ he croaked, and he began walking across the lawn. But Anne ran after him. ‘No, don’t. You can’t go yet,’ she said imploringly. ‘You can’t possibly go away feeing like that.’ And she stared up at him frowning, biting her lip.

‘Oh, that’s all right,’ said Reggie, giving himself a shake. ‘I’ll… I’ll – ’ And he waved his hand as much as to say ‘get over it.’

‘But this is awful,’ said Anne. She clasped her hands and stood in front of him. ‘Surely you do see how fatal it would be for us to marry, don’t you?’

‘Oh, quite, quite,’ said Reggie, looking at her with haggard eyes.

‘How wrong, how wicked, feeling as I do. I mean, it’s all very well for Mr and Mrs Dove. But imagine that in real life – imagine it!’

‘Oh, absolutely,’ said Reggie, and he started to walk on. But again Anne stopped him. She tugged at his sleeve, and to his astonishment, this time, instead of laughing, she looked like a little girl who was going to cry.

‘Then why, if you understand, are you so un-unhappy?’ she wailed. ‘Why do you mind so fearfully? Why do you look so aw awful?’

Reggie