Then again he was silent. The thought of Kilner had made him just a little angry with her. With Kilner the day that had begun so beautifully might have come to a glorious and brave end.
Presently she rubbed her cheek against his shoulder and said:
“Don’t be cross. You’ll soon be dead, and it’s no good being cross. I do like being with you, really, even when we can’t have fun, and you go wasting your time thinking.”
He turned, and their eyes met, and he astonished her by saying:
“Ann, you don’t know how beautiful you are.”
She gave a little cry on that, put out her hand, and this time he held it strongly clasped. They could be happy in their silence then.
When they reached the mews she said she had supper in her room and he could come up if he liked. They ate and drank and were very merry, and it was late when he rose to go. He opened the door. She was at his side.
“Good night, Ann.”
“You needn’t go,” she whispered.