Her lip trembled a little.
He watched it jealously. He bent and touched the trembling line. The world was blotted out—sun and bay and wheeling sky. A new world was born—of two souls and swift desire. The heart of the universe opened to them. When they drew apart, her eyes were lighted with tears. He wiped them away slowly, holding the prisoned hands. “We will not wait,” he whispered.
“No,” half breathed.
“In a week?” insistently.
“Yes.”
“To-morrow?” imperiously.
The laughter had come back to her eyes. “To-day!” She freed her hands. “Come.”
He was searching her face. “You mean it?”
“Why not? They will be glad to get rid of us.” She lifted a laughing gesture to the cliff.
“They?”