"Shall we go?" Evelyn suggested at last.
He peered downwards.
"I think we might," he said. "No doubt your people will be very anxious about you."
They climbed down with difficulty, till they finally stood together on the wet stones.
And there Cheveril reached out a hand and detained the girl beside him.
"That other fellow?" he said, in his quiet, half-humorous voice. "You didn't tell me his name."
"Oh, please!" she said tremulously.
He took her hands gently into his, and stood facing her. The moonlight was full in his eyes. They shone with a strange intensity.
"Do you remember," he said, "how I once said to you that I was romantic enough to like to see a love affair go the right way?"
She did not answer him. She was trembling in his hold.