He nearly ran away when
he saw the ghost. Of course, that's different, rather."
"Oh, I don't know. In each case it's a question of obeying your
instinct instead of your reason."
They had left the open land and were following a path through the
bordering trees. Two abreast was uncomfortable, so Antony
dropped behind, and further conversation was postponed until they
were outside the boundary fence and in the high road. The road
sloped gently down to the village of Waldheim a few red-roofed
cottages, and the grey tower of a church showing above the green.
"Well, now," said Antony, as they stepped out more quickly, "what
about Cayley?"
"How do you mean, what about him?"
"I want to see him. I can see Mark perfectly, thanks to you,
Bill. You were wonderful. Now let's have Cayley's character.
Cayley from within."
Bill laughed in pleased embarrassment, and protested that he was
not a blooming novelist.
"Besides," he added, "Mark's easy. Cayley's one of these heavy,
quiet people, who might be thinking about anything. Mark gives
himself away .
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