“Get up,” she said. “You'll take cold. Get up now, we're going indoors.”
“What do you reckon stars are?” he persisted.
Aaron Sisson stood on the edge of the light, smilingly staring at the scene, like a boy out of his place, but stubbornly keeping his ground.
“Get up now,” said Josephine. “We've had enough.” But Jim would not move.
Robert went with the bicycle lamp and stood at Aaron's side.
“Shall I show you a light to the road—you're off your track,” he said. “You're in the grounds of Shottle House.”
“I can find my road,” said Aaron. “Thank you.”
Jim suddenly got up and went to peer at the stranger, poking his face close to Aaron's face.
“Right-o,” he replied. “You're not half a bad sort of chap—Cheery-o! What's your drink?”
“Mine—whiskey,” said Aaron.