‘I was afraid you would not be able to. Well, we will meet again
soon. I shall be back in a week or so.’
He stood up to go, and we shook hands.
‘It is nice to see you again,’ he said.
And I said:
‘It was nice of you to come.’
The dining-room was downstairs in the basement. We went up to
the front door.
He went down the front steps and the garden path and out of the
gate. He turned at the gate and waved his hat, and I waved my
hand to him in turn.
Then I went in and shut the door.