window and he fell down into some extremely thick and prickly foliage in the next garden. He pulled himself out, hearing his trousers ripping quietly. A long thorn seemed to be imbedded in the soft flesh of his thigh. He blundered clear and stood for a moment retrieving his sense of direction. Straight on, where an uncurtained window lighted a tract of green rain-beaten grass, another wall, or was it two walls, three walls.
An increasing amount of bricks and rubble seemed to be coming off the tops of the walls and weighing him down, lodged in his shoes and in his pockets. As he stumbled forward his leg came into contact with something which, as it keeled over and subsequently broke, he recognized to be a leering red-capped gnome. That couldn’t possibly be in Miles’s garden. Where was he? Panting now a little he negotiated the next wall, taking off from a stout branch of wisteria which cracked loudly under him. He was suddenly feeling very weak and tired and the St. Paul’s sensation had quite gone. There was a throbbing pain in his left knee, which he must have knocked rather badly without noticing it. He stood in the middle of the lawn, breathing deeply and trying by sundry jerks and wriggles to dislodge the thorn, which still seemed to be piercing the inside of his thigh. Then in the dim light from the next-door house he recognized the yew archway, the humpy mounds of small shrubs, and the gleaming expanse of wet pavement. The thorn came away.
The French window, outlined in light from within, was well curtained. Danby, who felt that up to a moment ago he must have been making a great deal of noise, moved forward as quietly as he could, stepping from the grass onto the pavement. The soles of his shoes seemed to stick to the wet pavement, from which they detached themselves with a soft sucking sound. But the steady hissing of the rain absorbed the little noise. The two sides of the window showed no chink, but there seemed to be a tiny gap left in the middle where the curtains just failed to meet. Danby’s questing hand touched the glass and he shuddered at its brittle feel and steadied himself on wide- apart legs. Leaning forward from the waist, his eyes trying to grow out of his head on stalks, he attempted to look through the gap. He took another cautious shuffle forward and now he could see into the room. It was a peaceful scene. Miles, Lisa, and Diana were all curled up with books. Miles and Diana sat in armchairs on either side of the fireplace, where a very small wood fire was burning. Lisa sat a little way back on the sofa, facing the window. Danby controlled his breathing and with a strong hand contained the acceleration of his already violently beating heart.
Miles, who had his back half turned to Danby, was raising his head from his book. He looked first at the bowed head of Diana and then at the bowed head of Lisa. As Diana began to raise her head Miles returned his attention to his book. Diana looked first at the bowed head of Miles and then at the bowed head of Lisa. As Lisa began to raise her head Diana returned her attention to her book. Lisa looked first at the bowed head of Diana and then at the bowed head of Miles. As Miles began to raise his head again Lisa returned her attention to her book. Profound silence reigned. Danby stared at Lisa. Her legs were half tucked under her and her heavy dark sweep of hair drooped down to brush the pages. She was wearing a sort of navy blue shift dress with a shirt collar and a green scarf tucked in at the neck. It occurred to Danby that it was the first time he had seen her without her brown mackintosh on. It was the first time he had seen one of her dresses. It was the first time he had seen the tension of her body inside her clothes, observed the silky sweep of her stockinged knees, contemplated her legs. She was wearing soft blue and green check bedroom slippers. Danby apprehended the curled weight of her body, the thrust of her breasts against the navy blue dress, the sleek stretched curve of the hip, the bony slimness of the ankle, and what it would be like to kneel down and very quietly take one of those soft-shod feet into his hand. He closed his eyes for a moment. When he opened them he realized that Diana was looking with a startled expression straight at the gap in the curtain.
Danby swung round and sidled quickly away from the window, trampling upon soft earth and springy wet vegetation. He stumbled back off the pavement onto grass, and with long quiet strides retreated down the garden. The yew hedge loomed up and he passed through the black space in the middle of it into the little enclosure between the hedge and the wall. He blundered through a heap of wet clinging stuff which might have been the remnants of a bonfire. Lighted windows of houses seemed to be all around him now, vague blank accusing eyes. A little diffused light showed him the wall, the outline of roofs and chimney pots and trees, the faint lines of the rain against the reddish-black London sky. He began to fumble at the wall. It seemed to have grown higher. He tried to pull himself up but his arms were as weak as putty and he fell violently back into the heap of sticky ash.
A figure materialized suddenly very close to him.
”Danby, is it you?”
”Diana!”
”Sssh. The others didn’t see you.”
”Diana, I’m terribly sorry-“
”Whisper, don’t shout! However did you get in here?”
”I came over the walls.”
”Well, you’d better go back over the walls!”
”Yes, of course, Diana. I was just trying to climb up when you arrived.”
”You are an absolute fool. You shouldn’t come here at night like this.”
”Diana, I’ve been meaning to write to you-“
”Thank God Miles didn’t see you. Now for God’s sake go quietly. Can’t you get up?”
”No, it’s a bit difficult. The thing is this, Diana, I meant to write-“
”Don’t write, you idiot. You can easily see me during the day. All you’ve got to do is telephone.”
”Diana, I want to explain-“
”I couldn’t think what had happened to you. I thought you’d got cold feet, or something. And now this!”
”Diana, I must-“
”Are you drunk?”
”Yes.”
”Well, get out. Darling Danby, I’m not really cross with you. All right. You suddenly felt desperate. You felt you had to see me. I quite understand. Only now for heaven’s sake go!”
”Diana, I-“
”I don’t want any fuss, Danby. Just go”
”All right. I just feel all weak. I can’t get up the damn wall.”
”You’d better have something to stand on. There’s a wooden box here somewhere. Wait a minute.”
”But how will I get out of the next door garden?”
”I don’t care a damn how you get out of the next door garden. I want you out of this garden.”
”Would you mind if I took the box with me?”
”Oh Danby! Here-“
”Sssh. Diana, I thought I heard someone moving just over there.”
”There’s no one. They didn’t see me coming out. Could you help me with the box?”
Danby leaned forward. He could see the harlequin arm of the wet mackintosh close to his. The box seemed to be half embedded in the earth. It came away with a squelching sound and a rattle of stones.
”Sssh!”
Danby fumbled the box and placed it on end against the wall. He began to mount. “Oh Danby, this is all so mad.”
”I’m afraid it’s madder than you know, my dear.”
”Do be careful. Don’t break your ankle, will you.”
”You’re getting soaking wet, Diana. Better go in. I’m all right now.”
”Where’s your hand?”
Danby stretched out his hand in the darkness and felt it gripped violently by Diana’s two hands. He returned the pressure and drew quickly away.
A bright light suddenly flashed in the archway of the hedge and focused upon Danby, who was in the act of lifting his leg to the top of the wall. “What on earth is going on here?” said Miles’s voice.
Diana stepped quickly back. Danby withdrew his leg, but remained standing on the box. He covered his eyes which were dazzled by the beam.
”What is this farce?” said Miles. “What the hell are you doing in my garden?”
Danby got down slowly off the box. “Would you mind not shining that torch in my face?”
The torch was lowered, revealing lines of raindrops, a circle of ragged grass, and a scattering of earth and bonfire ash. Danby could now make out the figure of Miles, very upright underneath a large black umbrella.
