"They want," (he is an eager participant in walking her back to the wall) "the same thing, and their reasons are right enough. It's only the end they want that's different. If it was for me to decide the affairs of Thorne," (he pauses to kiss her) "they would have gone different and better. I hope. But it was not."

Now there is a wall behind her, all rough stone, and he presses her firmly against it and kisses her again.