The rustle of the water seemed very loud suddenly, as if anyone would have had to shout to be heard over it. So that it was surprising when Ginny’s voice sounded perfectly easy and normal.
“Well, folks,” she said, “don’t run away now, because there’ll be another super-colossal floor show in just a short while.” She nestled against the Saint again and said, “Hullo.”
“Hullo,” said the Saint restrainedly.
Freddie Pellman got to his feet.
“Well,” he said huffily, “I know you won’t miss me, so I think I’ll take a walk.”
He stalked off up the stream the way Esther had gone, stumbling and balancing awkwardly on his high-heeled boots over the slippery rounded boulders.
They watched him until he was out of sight also.
“Alone at last,” said Ginny emotionally.
The Saint reached for a cigarette.
“Don’t you ever worry about getting complicated?” he asked.