"Didn't I say so?"
"But when?"
"When the rest of the world's in their beds."
"Oh. Won't it be too dark?"
"We'll manage. We'll try it first in daylight, right over the moor where no one goes. Most nights are not much darker than it is now, though. I can see you easily."
"Can you?" She was rocking herself in the way to which she had accustomed him. "What can you see?"
"Black hair and black eyes. Come here."
"I'm quite comfortable and you should never tell a lady to come to you, George."
"Are you asking me to come to you?"
"Don't be silly. Aren't you going to show me the saddle?"