"For the present," she said.
They entered the yard. The light of the great stable-lantern brought them back from the land of dreams.
They cleared their throats and trod the cobbles aggressively.
She went toward the ladder. He turned off for the house.
"What time d'you take the hill?" he called.
"Six sharp."
"Right."
"Shall you be there?"
She spoke from the door of the loft, at the top of the ladder.
"Might," he said, and was gone.