‘How shall I ever take off my clothes, with Walter in the room?
Will he stay downstairs? Will he understand that I want him to
stay downstairs?’
After dinner, we went out for a walk. That was much better than
staying indoors. We walked about the streets, and looked at the
Castle, and the road to Scotland; and Walter talked about the
Romans, and the Picts and the Scots.
It did not get dark till nearly ten o’clock, and then we had
to go in.
As I went upstairs I thought:
‘Other people have been through this. Grandmother, and Cousin
Delia, and even the proprietress of this hotel. They do not tell
us about it, because they can’t. I shall not be able to tell
my daughter.’