"And of course," he said, "I have to live an exemplary life for the next six or eight months. So if you go to Venice, there's temptation removed for a week or two, at least."
"Am I temptation!" she said, stroking his face. "I'm so glad I'm temptation to you! Don't let's think about it! You frighten me when you start thinking: you roll me out flat. Don't let's think about it. We can think so much when we are apart. That's the whole point! I've been thinking, I must come to you for another night before I go. I must come once more to the cottage. Shall I come on Thursday night?"
"Isn't that when your sister will be there?"
"Yes! But she said we would start at teatime. So we could start at teatime. But she could sleep somewhere else and I could sleep with you."
"But then she'd have to know."
"Oh, I shall tell her. I've more or less told her already. I must talk it all over with Hilda. She's a great help, so sensible."
He was thinking of her plan.
"So you'd start off from Wragby at teatime, as if you were going to London? Which way were you going?"
"By Nottingham and Grantham."
"And then your sister would drop you somewhere and you'd walk or drive back here? Sounds very risky, to me."