She heard his footsteps on the gravel, and turned her eyes upon him with a swift start of recognition.
He raised his hand in airy salute, and he heard her low murmur of laughter as she waved him a hasty sign to await her in the shrubbery from which he had just emerged.
"Did you actually come across the river?" said Doris. "Whatever made you do that?"
"I said I should come and fetch you, you know, if you didn't turn up," he said.
She laughed.
"Do you always keep your word?"
"To you—always," he assured her.
Her merry face coloured a little, but she met his eyes with absolute candour.
"And now that you have come what can we do? Are you going to take me on the river? It looks rather dangerous."