Even lovers must come back to earth. Pen drew away from him. "The dawn will surprise us," she murmured.
He consulted his watch. "Only half-past two."
"We must go."
"Oh, no! no!"
"Well, we must begin to go," she amended. "I can't leave you quickly."
She sat on the ground as Diana must have sat, her legs folded against her, her waist curving to preserve her equilibrium, both round arms up and her fingers busy with her hair.
"How beautiful you are so," he murmured. "Don't move!"
She laughed. "Help me up," she commanded, extending him her hands.
As he pulled her to her feet he was for enfolding her again, but she put her hands up between them. "Not now! I want to get away from you a little."
"Pen!" he cried reproachfully.