"Oh, I know," she said. "It’s a lovely time that—perhaps the best of all. But afterwards you come down to the earth a little. I suppose it has been like that with you, hasn’t it? There are one’s people to be considered, and what they are likely to think about it. I suppose nobody knows—at Royd." "Wilbraham does—my tutor, you know. Nobody else does." She showed surprise at this. "Did he find out you were seeing her?" she asked. He stirred uneasily. He did not answer her question directly. "I don’t suppose you’d realize quite how it was with me here, before I went away," he said. "They’d kept me shut up. I was happy enough, but I knew absolutely nothing about the world. From what I’ve learnt since, I know it must look as if we had met surreptitiously. Perhaps we did, and yet it wasn’t like that either. It was the most natural thing in the world for us to be together as we were. At first I even thought of telling my mother about it. I don’t know now when it first dawned upon me that they wouldn’t have approved—or why. I shouldn’t have cared much if they had known. But it was such a beautiful secret between Viola and me; I didn’t want it to be spoiled by other—older people—coming in." "Mr. Wilbraham knew," she said. "He’d seen her. He knew what she was like. He’s a dear old thing—full of understanding and sympathy. I don’t know why he didn’t tell Granny. I didn’t ask him not to. I wouldn’t have done that; that would have looked as if I had done something I was ashamed of. I’ve had an idea since that he had some sort of feeling that we were two men together, and it wasn’t for us to be directed in our affairs by a woman. Something like that. Granny has always been very much at the head of things here." "Yes, I see," she said. "But now you’re older, Harry; and it has lasted? That sort of love, when you’re _very_ young, doesn’t _always_ last, you know. Wouldn’t Lady Brent accept it now? It would be so lovely if she could come here, and you could be happy with her as long as you’re in England. You wouldn’t have to go away to London to see her then." There was silence for a time, except for the noise of the waves on the rocks, and the plaintive cry of the gulls wheeling above them. Harry sat looking on the rocky floor, Sidney out to sea. "I’ve had to decide such a lot of things for myself lately," he said. "I’d decided not to do that."