It was the first time he had used her name.
"Edward!" she said, looking straight at him. "Edward! No, I don't think I shall call you Edward. I must have a name of my own for you."
At the moment the sound of a gong from within the house droned along the garden.
"The motor is round," she said.
This time it was he who delayed, though without passion.
"Your mother will not mind waiting a minute," he said.
"No. What else have you to say to me?"
"Everything; nothing."
She laughed.
"There is not time for the one," she said, "and no time is required for the other. Besides, all the time that there is is ours now."