"I'm warmer now."
"I'll drive you up the track."
"I'd rather get out here. Stop, George, please."
"Wait till I help you down," he said, and jumped off on the other side.
"My feet are numb," she said, looking at the arms he held for her.
"I'll catch you."
"I'm not so bad as that." She climbed down stiffly while he watched her, and in some way she felt herself more injured by the quality of his gaze than she would have been by his clasp. Without looking at him, she said good-bye and made a step or two.
"But I shall see you again."
"One—one supposes so!"
"I mean tonight."