"I know it, Malcolm, dear," she breathed.
"Who told you?" he demanded, greatly astonished.
She twined her fingers inside his. "I guessed, silly."
"Well, I didn't take the money," he said.
"I don't care if you did," she murmured.
"But I didn't," he said frowning.
"All right," she said, unconvinced and uncaring.
"What are we going to do?" he said.
"Oh, don't begin that," she said swiftly. "This is to-night, and we're together. Isn't that enough?"
They had reached the tents. Of one accord they turned aside, and in the shadow of the canvas she came naturally into his arms, and he kissed her, thrilling deliciously. The delicate fragrance of her enraptured his senses. It was light love, lightly sealed.