'Let us walk on,' she said.

'Can't you explain as we go?
I am late.' She moved forward as she spoke, and Drake kept pace with her, shortening his strides.

The need of doing that, trifle though it was, increased his sense of responsibility towards her.

'It's so abominably deceitful, and it's my doing.

I should involve you in the deceit.' Clarice glanced at him sharply.