Dimitri went out of the front door of the Vicarage into Canning Street and walked around the church garden towards Byron Avenue, with the bitter thought that by losing his self-control he had destroyed a relationship which, with patience, might have brought him everything that he most wanted. He had not yet turned right into the Avenue, when he saw Anne coming out of the garden gate and running over to him.
“What did I do to make you leave like that?” she asked him breathlessly.
“I am sorry, I beg your pardon, it’s unforgivable, I was out of control”, stammered Dimitri.
“You are sorry? Do you mean that you regret it? And what do you mean by out of control? Were you out of control and wish it hadn’t happened?”
“I am sorry that I did not respect you, that I abused your friendship and hav
