“Take me away with you,” she whispered.
“Oh, if I could ... if I only could, little girl!”
They spoke as lovers talk, ardently, and tenderly, and with long silences.
A sudden surging movement, and the distant sound of the National Anthem, penetrated at last to them through the darkness.
“It’s all over!” Morrison cried, aghast. “Your sister?...”
“I’ll manage her,” said Elsie. “Leslie ... once more....”
Her mouth found his, and then she tore herself out of his arms.
“Come with me.”
Rapidly Elsie found her way to the little pay-desk outside the enclosure, in which the lights were already being extinguished.
“She’s bound to come out this way.”