“No,” he said. “I don’t remember that I ever attempted to find my way
back to the garden in those early years. This seems odd to me now, but
I think that very probably a closer watch was kept on my movements
after this misadventure to prevent my going astray. No, it wasn’t until
you knew me that I tried for the garden again. And I believe there was
a period—incredible as it seems now—when I forgot the garden
altogether—when I was about eight or nine it may have been. Do you
remember me as a kid at Saint Athelstan’s?”
“Rather!”
“I didn’t show any signs did I in those days of having a secret dream?”