"Great night, isn't it?" he said.
"Wonderful," she answered softly.
"Cary, I want to tell you something, and that's why I brought you out here away from the others—"
"Somehow," she interrupted, "it doesn't seem quite fair to Johnnie."
"Never mind him. Has it ever occurred to you that my name's Johnnie, too."
She laughed. "Oh, but it couldn't be."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean I simply couldn't call you that. You're too dignified and—and remote. John Quincy—I believe I could call you John Quincy—"
"Well, make up your mind. You'll have to call me something, because I'm going to be hanging round pretty constantly in the future. Yes, my dear, I'll probably turn out to be about the least remote person in the world. That is, if I can make you see the future the way I see it. Cary dearest—"
A gurgle sounded behind them, and they turned around. Lieutenant Booth was climbing on to the raft. "Swam the last fifty yards under water to surprise you," he sputtered.