He leaned back on this support with his face to the tower of the cathedral, now admirably commanded by their station, the high red-brown mass, square and subordinately spired and crocketed, retouched and restored, but charming to his long-sealed eyes and with the first swallows of the year weaving their flight all round it.

Miss Gostrey lingered near him, full of an air, to which she more and more justified her right, of understanding the effect of things.

She quite concurred.

"You've indeed somebody." And she added: "I wish you WOULD let me show you how!" "Oh I'm afraid of you!" he cheerfully pleaded.
She kept on him a moment, through her glasses and through his own, a certain pleasant pointedness.

"Ah no, you're not! You're not in the least, thank goodness! If you had been we shouldn't so soon have found ourselves here together.