And it was as if he had said, "Why am I always meeting you? What do
you do it for? It's queer, isn't it?"
But he had given her her chance. She rose to it.
"I've done it ever since we came here." (It was as if she had said
"Long before _you_ came.") "I do it because I like it. That's the best
of this place. You can do what you like in it. There's nobody to see
you."
("Counting me," he thought, "as nobody.")
"I should like to do it, too," he said--"to go out before sunrise--if
I hadn't got to. If I did it for fun--like you."
He knew he would not really have liked it. But his romantic youth
persuaded him in that moment that he would.