"All right. You stop where you are," said Caroline, walking away.
He let her go until she reached the exit that led towards the cliff top, then reluctantly rose from his seat and with long strides caught her up. "Oh, don't you come if you don't want to. I'm all right," she said over her shoulder.
"Don't be soft. People would think we'd quarrelled," said Wilf.
"Let them think, then," said Caroline.
"Oh, that's it, is it?" He stood still. "I can go back if you don't want me, you know. I'm not one to force myself on anybody."
"All right. Go back." They stood on the cliff beyond the promenade peering into each other's angry faces, in the translucent dusk reflected from the great expanse of sky and sea.
"You mean that?"
"Yes, I do."
"You want things to come to an end between us?"
"I'm not particular." She paused, then drew a long breath. "Yes—as you put it like that—I do."