"I've changed, Richard; the whole of me has."
"Oh, no, you haven't; you're all of you there, only you've pushed some
of it away out of sight."
She wondered if he were right. Was it possible that all that had once
made Joan Ogden, was lurking somewhere in her still? She shuddered. "I
don't want to go back!" she said fiercely. "Oh, Richard, I don't want
ever to go back!"
"Not back, but forward," he corrected. "Just go forward with your whole
self."
2
The time that Richard could afford to take from his work had come to an
end, it was his last day at Lynton. "Let's walk to Watersmeet this
afternoon, Joan," he suggested. "It's such a perfect day."
"I oughtn't to leave Mother," she said doubtfully. "She doesn't seem
very well."
"Oh, she's all right, my dear; I've been up to see her and she's only a
little over-tired. After all, at her age, she's bound to feel tired
sometimes."