When it seemed advisable to avoid the crowd Tristram glanced up and said,
"I suppose we shall have to stay in that beastly cabin now, or some cad will snapshot us. Will you come along?"
And so they went.
"It is going to be really quite rough," he continued, when the door was shut. "Would you like to lie down—or what?"
"I am never the least ill, but I will try and sleep," Zara answered resignedly, as she undid her chinchilla coat.
So he settled the pillows, and she lay down, and he covered her up; and as he did so, in spite of his anger with her and all his hurt pride he had the most maddeningly strong desire to kiss her and let her rest in his arms. So he turned away brusquely and sat down at the farther end, where he opened the window to let in some air, and pulled the curtain over it, and then tried to go on with his book. But every pulse in his body was throbbing, and at last he could not control the overmastering desire to look at her.
She raised herself a little, and began taking the finely-worked, small-stoned, sapphire pins out of her hat. They had been Cyril's gift.
"Can I help you?" he said.
"It is such soft fur I thought I need not take it off to lie down," she answered coldly, "but there is something hurting in the back."
He took the thing with its lace veil from her, and the ruffled waves of her glorious hair as she lay there nearly drove him mad with the longing to caress.