She pressed towards him with eagerness none the less because she pretended it to be half-feigned. "Will, you darling! When? When?"
His arms clasped her. His chest was heaving. "Very soon," he said, speaking softly down into her upraised face. "I've been thinking, dear—thinking very hard, ever since you asked me. I can get long leave in about three months—if I work for it. We'll go Home for the summer, you and I and the kiddie. If you are sure you can bear it, we will take her to Muriel Ratcliffe—and leave her in her charge."
He paused.
"Go on!" breathed Daisy. "And then?"
"Then we will go away together—you and I—you and I—right away into the country, and be—alone."
Daisy drew a deep breath. Her eyes were shining. She spoke no word.
Only, after a moment, her hands stole upwards and clasped his neck.
"Will it do?" said Will.
She nodded mutely.
He held her closely. "Daisy, forgive me for asking—it won't hurt you to go back to England?"
Her eyes met his with absolute candour. "No, dear," she said.