Four Weird Tales by Algernon Blackwood

In the morning Hibbert realised he had done, perhaps, a foolish thing.

The brilliant sunshine that drenched the valley made him see this, and the sight of his work-table with its typewriter, books, papers, and the rest, brought additional conviction. To have skated with a girl alone at midnight, no matter how innocently the thing had come about, was unwise--unfair, especially to her. Gossip in these little winter resorts was worse than in a provincial town. He hoped no one had seen them.