"What was that coil on the table?"
"Wire."
"And the thing beside it?"
"Mallet."
She glanced up at him in the dusk.
"You're short," she said.
The stables showed before them, long and black against the sky.
They were nearly off the grass. In another moment their feet would take the cobbles with a noise.
The girl paused and put her hand on her companion's arm.
"Thank you for coming," she said.