“Well, we’ve nothing particular to do, have we?”
“It’s cooler.... Come on....”
They walked through the French windows and sat on the parapet overlooking the gravel courtyard and the blurred panorama of the Forest.
“It ought to be moonlight,” he exclaimed rapturously.
“No, it oughtn’t,” she contradicted. “I’m glad it isn’t. Starlight is much better.”
It was not an encouraging beginning for him.
“Do you mind if I talk to you seriously?” he asked.
She laughed a little unsympathetically.
“Not at all, only I don’t suppose I shall talk to you seriously.”
“Then it’s not much good, is it?” he remarked, crest-fallen.