Yet what did seem extraordinary to him was that while they had talked on so many divergent subjects, he still knew no more about her.
Each time he asked Josephine a leading question she somehow managed to avoid it.
He told himself now that after the weekend she would have to be open and then she must tell him more about herself.
He could not go on as they were at the moment and yet he knew that in some extraordinary way he was happier than he had ever been in his whole life.
‘I love you, I adore you,’ he wanted to tell Josofine, but he was still afraid of frightening her away.
He not only wanted to protect her from everyone else but also from himself.
‘If I scare her,’ he thought, ‘she might disappear as quickly as she appeared. Then what would I do?’
He could all too clearly imagi
