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They walked up the road, he to the left of her and a little behind. He watched her averted cheek and<br />
the tiny gold hairs on her nape beneath the brim of her Terai hat. How he loved her, how he loved her!<br />
It was as though he had never truly loved her till this moment, when he walked behind her in disgrace,<br />
not even daring to show his disfigured face. He made to speak several times, and stopped himself.<br />
His voice was not quite steady, and he did not know what he could say that did not risk offending her<br />
somehow. At last he said, flatly, with a feeble pretence that nothing was the matter:<br />
‘It’s getting beastly hot, isn’t it?’<br />
With the temperature at 90 degrees in the shade it was not a brilliant remark. To his surprise she<br />
seized on it with a kind of eagerness. She turned to face him, and she was smiling again.<br />
‘Isn’t it simply baking!’<br />
With that they were at peace. The silly, banal remark, bringing with it the reassuring atmosphere of<br />
Club-chatter, had soothed her like a charm. Flo, who had lagged behind, came puffing up to them<br />
dribbling saliva; in an instant they were talking, quite as usual, about dogs. They talked about dogs for<br />
the rest of the way home, almost without a pause. Dogs are an inexhaustible subject. Dogs, dogs!<br />
thought Flory as they climbed the hot hillside, with the mounting sun scorching their shoulders through<br />
their thin clothes, like the breath of a fire–were they never to talk of anything except dogs? Or failing<br />
dogs, gramophone records and tennis racquets? And yet, when they kept to trash like this, how easily,<br />
how amicably they could talk!<br />
They passed the glittering white wall of the cemetery and came to the Lackersteens’ gate. Gold<br />
mohur trees grew round it, and a clump of hollyhocks eight feet high, with round red flowers like<br />
blowsy girls’ faces. Flory took off his hat in the shade and fanned his face.<br />
‘Well, we’re back before the worst of the heat comes. I’m afraid our trip to the bazaar wasn’t<br />
altogether a success.’<br />
‘Oh, not at all! I enjoyed it, really I did.’<br />
‘No–I don’t know, something unfortunate always seems to happen.–Oh, by the way! You haven’t<br />
forgotten that we’re going out shooting the day after tomorrow? I hope that day will be all right for<br />
you?’<br />
‘Yes, and my uncle’s going to lend me his gun. Such awful fun! You’ll have to teach me all about<br />
shooting. I am so looking forward to it.’<br />
‘So am I. It’s a rotten time of year for shooting, but we’ll do our best. Good-bye for the present,<br />
then.’<br />
‘Good-bye, Mr Flory.’<br />
She still called him Mr Flory though he called her Elizabeth. They parted and went their ways,<br />
each thinking of the shooting trip, which, both of them felt, would in some way put things right<br />
between them.