He implored, but she shook her fair head resolutely.
"One of us must be practical," she persisted.
"And the other in love?"
She pressed his hand, but remained the charming incarnation of obstinacy. He laughed at last, though a little anxiously as he saw a fringe of tiny drops gather on her hair; and he let her have her way. Together they entered a bus and slowly rumbled eastwards. The bus was full, and for a long time they sat in silence.
"It's quite fine here!" she exclaimed at last; "we've come out of the mist—look at the stars!"
They both cheered up amazingly. It actually seemed as if they were preposterous enough to take this ordinary meteorological incident as an omen.
CHAPTER IV
"We'll have to ask the Rivingtons," said Andrew.