Nevertheless, moved by something in her voice or face, he turned the boat and began to row back to the little landing-stage. Juliet rescued the cigarettes from the floor, and presently placed one between his lips and lighted it for him. But her eyes did not meet his during the process, and her hand was not wholly steady. She leaned back in the stern and smoked her own cigarette afterwards in almost unbroken silence.
"Don't you want a water-lily?" Dick said to her once as they drew near a patch.
She shook her head. "No, don't disturb them! They're happier where they are."
"Impossible!" he protested. "When they might be with you!"
She raised her eyes to his then, and looked at him very steadily. "No, that doesn't follow, Dick," she said.
"I think it does," he said. "Never mind if you don't agree! Tell me when you are coming to sing at one of my Saturday night concerts at High Shale!"
"Oh, I don't know, Dick." She looked momentarily embarrassed. "You know we are going away very soon, don't you?"
"Where to?" he said.
"I don't know. Either Wales or the North. Mrs. Fielding needs a change, and I—"
"You're coming back?" he said.