‘We will go back now, or we shall be lost. It will be too steep
further on.’
Walter said:
‘It is too steep now. We must go on now we are here.’
And I felt as though we were walking in a dream, as though everything
that he said and that I said were symbolic and fraught with a
deeper meaning than we knew. It was an odd exciting feeling and
made me a little bit afraid.
We found a track along the fell, and walked on it, and Walter
began to talk about his work on the Roman inscriptions in Britain.
He told me too that he had been appointed to a lectureship in
Archæology in London University.
‘I shall be coming to live in London after Easter,’ he said,
and then, ‘I hope I shall see you there.’