She had no idea what she was going to say.
Outside, in the rapidly gathering darkness, the rain fell in torrents and splashed up from the ground against the stone step of the low veranda that ran round the house.
Cuscaden stepped out of the warm room and closed the window again behind him. It was as though he had shut them out of the world of music and companionship, into some colder, more virile atmosphere.
“But all is well for thou art with me
“The world is full of only thee.”
Flora’s song reached them as faintly as possible, and neither heeded it.
They faced one another, and Val found that she was shivering from head to foot.
“Why do I never get a chance of speaking to you nowadays?” said Captain Cuscaden violently.
“You could have,” said Valeria, and her voice broke.
His arms went round her.