"Oh! There you are!" she exclaimed, in her clear voice. "Did I say
six, or five, in my note?"
"Six."
"I was afraid I had done, when I came here at five and didn't find you.
I'm so sorry."
"No!" he said. "I think _I_ ought to be sorry. It's you who've had the
waiting to do. The pier's closed now."
"It was just closing at five," she answered. "I ought to have known.
But I didn't. The fact is, I scarcely ever go out. I remembered once
seeing the pier open at night, and I thought it was always open." She
shrugged her shoulders as if stopping a shiver.
"I hope you haven't caught cold," he said. "Suppose we walk along a
bit."
They walked westwards in silence. He felt as though he were by the side
of a stranger, so far was he from having pierced the secret of that
face.