“I’m not tired,” I said. “Three or four years older, perhaps. You’re looking very well.”
“I am well,” she said. “Disgustingly well. Noel, it was good of you to offer to come out like this. I wanted to ask you to, and then it seemed too much to ask. It’s such a very long way. Come and sit in the utility. Joe’s just getting your bags.”
They drove me out immediately to Midhurst. We passed through the main street of Willstown and I wanted to stop and see what she had done, but they would not let me. “Time enough for that tomorrow or the next day,” she said. “Well go to Midhurst now, and you can rest a bit.”
I knew the sort of scenery that I should see upon the way to Midhurst from many readings of her letters, and it was just as I had expected it to be. There was no road in the usually acce
