“Oh, well,” said Eileen at last, getting to her feet, “we’re happy, as you say, and our job seems pretty plain before us. To-morrow, I suppose, we ought to be getting back, though I hate taking the news to Elsie.”
Jasper came and stood beside her, and put his arm across her shoulders. “We, at any rate, must keep our spirits up,” he said. “That, before everything.”
“I’m all right,” said Eileen, brightly. “I’ve got you and, for the moment, the sea. We’ll come back here sometimes, if the roads don’t get too bad.”
“Yes, if the roads don’t get too bad.”
“And, already, the briars are creeping across the road from hedge to hedge. The forest is coming back.”
“The forest and the wild.”
He drew her a little closer and they stood looking out towards the horizon.
3
In the south-west the clear line had been wiped out and what looked like mist was sweeping towards them.