'You want to go?' he asked. 'Half a minute, I'll just have a horse put
in--'
'No,' said Gudrun. 'I want to walk.'
He had promised to walk with her down the long, lonely mile of drive,
and she wanted this.
'You might JUST as well drive,' he said.
'I'd MUCH RATHER walk,' she asserted, with emphasis.
'You would! Then I will come along with you. You know where your things
are? I'll put boots on.'
He put on a cap, and an overcoat over his evening dress. They went out
into the night.
'Let us light a cigarette,' he said, stopping in a sheltered angle of
the porch. 'You have one too.'
So, with the scent of tobacco on the night air, they set off down the
dark drive that ran between close-cut hedges through sloping meadows.
He wanted to put his arm round her. If he could put his arm round her,
and draw her against him as they walked, he would equilibriate himself.
For now he felt like a pair of scales, the half of which tips down and
down into an indefinite void. He must recover some sort of balance.
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