‘No, I generally do what I want—or at any rate I _don’t_ do what
I _don’t_ want.’ And I thought of Cousin Delia and Yearsly, and
how seldom the question had arisen.
Walter said:
‘That is better. That is much better. That is partly what I felt
about you!’
He said it with a sudden vehemence and then stopped short. I
looked at him and he was looking at me. I felt suddenly uneasy,
and an odd ridiculous feeling came over me that I was really
outside a safe wall, in a strange country, and I wanted to go
back.