"When I told you that I shouldn't!"
Jon seized her arm.
"It's too much luck! Let's get away from this side."
He almost dragged her on through that too thoughtfully regulated Park, to find some cover where they could sit and hold each other's hands.
"Hasn't anybody cut in?" he said, gazing round at her lashes, in suspense above her cheeks.
"There IS a young idiot, but he doesn't count."
Jon felt a twitch of compassion for the—young idiot.
"You know I've had sunstroke, I didn't tell you."
"Really! Was it interesting?"
"No. Mother was an angel. Has anything happened to YOU?"