Then, seems to be the unspoken agreement as Wysteria wheels them in general heading of the docks and ferry slip, they may as well escort one another across the harbor. She has her own business to attend to in the Gallows, and would in fact be there already if not for some dreadful obligation to see her solicitor earlier that morning.

So by and by then, while they traipse along more or less downhill with their elbows linked—

"Oh, I know that. I'm only teasing you. —I mean not teasing you," she corrects. Definitely not teasing him. She would never do that, obviously. "No, I thought it was very kind and prettily put. And so was the other one you copied out, by the way. The one in the letter you left behind? I suppose I can say so now that I'm less furious over the whole ordeal. At the time it seemed wholly terrible and ominous and like the very worst thing in the world that I'd ever read. But I'm pleased that I saved it instead of burning it while I was feeling very angry at the world and very sorry for myself. I've read it again since and it's a very pleasant set of verses. I will have to have my revenge on you soon. I'll find something very sentimental and then you can laugh at me next."