"It would be heaven with you," she declared.
Windebank reverently kissed her.
He saw that the car wanted spirit, which he learned could be bought at a village a short way ahead. Mavis and Jill accompanied Windebank to the general shop where petrol was sold.
"I can't let you out of my sight," she said, as they set out.
"Why not?"
"You might run off."
He laughed. By the time they reached the shop, Mavis had quite emerged from the sobriety of her demeanour to become an approximation to her old light-hearted self.
"That's how I love to see you," remarked Windebank.
When they entered the shop, Mavis' face fell.
"What's the matter?" he asked, all concern for his wife.