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"
Now
that
’
s
the
way
I
like
a
conversation
to
open
.
"
She
dug
quietly
at
her
ice
cream
.
"
That
’
s
grounds
for
another
meeting
.
No
-
don
’
t
tell
me
where
or
when
or
how
you
were
in
love
with
me
.
We
’
ll
save
that
for
next
time
.
You
’
ve
taken
away
my
appetite
with
your
talk
.
Look
there
now
!
Well
,
I
must
get
home
anyway
.
Since
you
’
re
a
reporter
,
come
for
tea
tomorrow
between
three
and
four
;
it
’
s
just
possible
I
can
sketch
out
the
history
of
this
town
,
since
it
was
a
trading
post
,
for
you
.
And
,
so
we
’
ll
both
have
something
for
our
curiosity
to
chew
on
,
Mr
.
Forrester
,
you
remind
me
of
a
gentleman
I
went
with
seventy
,
yes
,
seventy
years
ago
.
She
sat
across
from
them
and
it
was
like
talking
with
a
gray
and
lost
quivering
moth
.
The
voice
came
from
far
away
inside
the
grayness
and
the
oldness
,
wrapped
in
the
powders
of
pressed
flowers
and
ancient
butterflies
.
"
Well
.
"
She
arose
.
"
Will
you
come
tomorrow
?
"
"
I
most
certainly
will
,
"
said
Bill
Forrester
.
And
she
went
off
into
the
town
on
business
,
leaving
the
young
boy
and
the
young
man
there
,
looking
after
her
,
slowly
finishing
their
ice
cream
.
William
Forrester
spent
the
next
morning
checking
local
news
items
for
the
paper
,
had
time
after
lunch
for
some
local
news
items
for
the
paper
,
had
time
after
lunch
for
some
fishing
in
the
river
outside
town
,
caught
only
some
small
fish
which
he
threw
back
happily
,
and
,
without
thinking
about
it
,
or
at
least
not
noticing
that
he
had
thought
about
it
,
at
three
o
’
clock
he
found
his
car
taking
him
down
a
certain
street
,
He
watched
with
interest
as
his
hands
turned
the
steering
wheel
and
motored
him
up
a
vast
circular
drive
where
he
stopped
under
an
ivy
-
covered
entry
.
Letting
himself
out
,
he
was
conscious
of
the
fact
that
his
car
was
like
his
pipe
old
,
chewed
-
on
,
unkempt
in
this
huge
green
garden
by
this
freshly
painted
,
three
-
story
Victorian
house
.
He
saw
a
faint
ghostlike
movement
at
the
far
end
of
the
garden
,
heard
a
whispery
cry
,
and
saw
that
Miss
Loomis
was
there
,
removed
:
I
across
time
and
distance
,
seated
alone
,
the
tea
service
glittering
its
soft
silver
surfaces
,
waiting
for
him
.
"
This
is
the
first
time
a
woman
has
ever
been
ready
and
,
waiting
,
"
he
said
,
walking
up
.
"
It
is
also
,
"
he
admitted
,
"
the
first
time
in
my
life
I
have
been
on
time
for
an
appointment
.
"
"
Why
is
that
?
"
she
asked
,
propped
back
in
her
wicker
chair
.
