He looked across at her. He, too, in obedience to a gesture from her, was seated.
"Come," he said, "we will not talk of London, then. Tell me where you are going."
She shook her head.
"To a little Paradise I know of."
"Paradise," he reminded her, "was meant for two."
"There will be two of us," she answered, smiling.
He felt his heart thump against his ribs.
"Then if one wanted to play the part of intruder?"
She shook her head.
"The third person in Paradise was always very much de trop," she reminded him.