Gregory seized Jean's hand and they shot down the green-roofed lane. Terrified birds winged with shrill calls into the blue and an old cow, chewing her cud in a quiet corner, lumbered away to safety. At the end of the lane, Gregory stopped unexpectedly and Jean spun round him like a top at the end of a string.
"Gregory! Whatever's struck you?" In the circle of his arms Jean got back her breath.
"The earth and you, a most intoxicating combination."
Between each word Gregory kissed her. Jean rested against his clasped hands. "Well, don't make me drunk too. One's enough."
"Do I make you drunk, Jeany?" Gregory whispered and leaned to the white hollow of her throat. But Jean suddenly dodged under his arms and stood off, laughing at him.
"All right. But I'll make you answer me later."
The color ran under Jean's skin and then Gregory laughed.
"But I am so awfully glad to see you, Jean. I've got to take it out in something."
"So am I." They were now in step again. "I missed you terribly." Jean paused and added, looking off over a brown field to the right. "You're lots better at drawing than at writing, Gregory. You didn't tell me a thing. How's Puck and all the wobbly row of Christian Scientists?"
"You ought to have seen her. She did her best, but Lady Jane hasn't the right kind of eyes and they wouldn't close." He bubbled over in amusement. "You can't speak to Divine Mind with your eyes open, it seems, and so Puck has to stay out."