"Yes," muttered Jon, "life's beastly short. One wants to live for ever, and know everything."
"And love everybody?"
"No," cried Jon; "I only want to love once—you."
"Indeed! You're coming on! Oh! Look! There's the chalk-pit; we can't be very far now. Let's run."
Jon followed, wondering fearfully if he had offended her.
The chalk-pit was full of sunshine and the murmuration of bees. Fleur flung back her hair.
"Well," she said, "in case of accidents, you may give me one kiss, Jon," and she pushed her cheek forward. With ecstasy he kissed that hot soft cheek.
"Now, remember! We lost our way; and leave it to me as much as you can. I'm going to be rather beastly to you; it's safer; try and be beastly to me!"
Jon shook his head. "That's impossible."
"Just to please me; till five o'clock, at all events."