At Ashtead we met like the best of friends.

So, when Norbert wrote that he wanted to see me, I thought nothing could be more natural, and felt quite glad.

But, as soon as we met, I saw something strange in him, something seemed to have happened.

And--how shall I tell you?
It's only a guess of mine--things didn't come to foolish extremities--but I really believe that the poor fellow had somehow persuaded himself that it's his duty to--no, I can't go on, but I'm sure you will understand.

I was never so amused at anything.
"Why do I write this to you?
I hardly know.