“But who’ll take the punt round to the ladies’ landing? Ladies aren’t allowed through Parsons’ Pleasure, and I hardly trust you to come round by yourself.” Nan eyed him doubtfully. “You may be a good pub, but you’re a rotten punter.”
“Dash it all, you needn’t rub it in. If the worst comes to the worst, I shall only get a wetting.”
“You’re sure you can swim?”
“Quite sure, thanks.”
“Well, good-by, and good luck. I should hate to lose you after all these years of parting.”
As they struck out along the path across the island and the screen of bushes shut him from their view, Jehane felt her arm taken.
“Don’t you like him, Janey?”
“What I’ve seen of him, yes.”
“I was afraid you didn’t.”
“Whatever made you think that?”