"Coming for a stroll?" he asked.
"Oh, but I ought to see Guy first," she said. "Richard, I hope you like Guy."
He nodded.
"Do you think he looks like a poet?"
"Never seen a poet before," said Richard.
"Oh, but like your idea of a poet?"
"Never thought much about poets," said Richard. "So you aren't coming for a stroll?"
"I will to-morrow, but I must spend the sunset with Guy."
Guy was waiting for her by the paddock, and they floated downstream out of reach of people. In their own peninsula they kissed away the absence of twenty-two days.
"You look much better," said Guy critically.