"We!"
"No, big!"
They both laughed, then sighed, and with one accord said—
"But he'll never do it!"
* * * * *
Dusk was falling on the loch. The figures of Lancaster and Handyside walking in front were becoming invisible.
"But why," asked Doris, "are you going back to London? I thought you had decided to spend the winter at Grey House and help Alan with his book about the Eskimos."
"I'm afraid it's a blue lookout for the Eskimos. You see, Alan hopes Marjorie will agree to marry him in January. The stopping of the clock has altered a good many things," he finished, rather drearily.
"It seems to have altered you, Teddy," she said shyly.
He did not respond, and there was another of the long pauses which had been frequent during the walk.