Mrs. Solent laughed gaily. “I had one, last night,” she said, “towards Pendomer. There are lovely fields over there”⁠—she nodded her head towards the west⁠—“and delicious woods. I couldn’t want anything nicer. I went out there last night⁠ ⁠… up the hill and over the hill⁠ ⁠… I half-thought of waylaying you at the Grammar School and taking you with me. But you know what I am! I love my Wolf.” Here she extinguished her cigarette and rose from her seat. “But I have to be alone for these walks. I tell myself stories; I let myself be as romantic and excited as I can. That time of twilight stirs me up⁠ ⁠… like a nightjar, I suppose⁠ ⁠… and I have lovely sensations!”