They came out of the cafe。
〃Is there anything you would like to do？〃 he said。 〃Is there
anything we can do？〃
It was a dark； windy night in March。
〃There is nothing to do；〃 she said。
Which was the answer he wanted。
〃Let us walk then……where shall we walk？〃 he asked。
〃Shall we go to the river？〃 she suggested； timidly。
In a moment they were on the tram； going down to Trent
Bridge。 She was so glad。 The thought of walking in the dark；
far…reaching water…meadows； beside the full river； transported
her。 Dark water flowing in silence through the big； restless
night made her feel wild。
They crossed the bridge； descended； and went away from the
lights。 In an instant； in the darkness； he took her hand and
they went in silence； with subtle feet treading the darkness。
The town fumed away on their left； there were strange lights and
sounds； the wind rushed against the trees； and under the bridge。
They walked close together； powerful in unison。 He drew her very
close； held her with a subtle； stealthy； powerful passion； as if
they had a secret agreement which held good in the profound
darkness。 The profound darkness was their universe。
〃It is like it was before；〃 she said。
Yet it was not in the least as it was before。 Nevertheless
his heart was perfectly in accord with her。 They thought one
thought。
〃I kne