Lady Mary pointed to the dinghy beneath them. The mast was shipped, and the sail folded.
"Will you come?" asked Peter.
"It is our last evening."
Peter did not hear the sorrow of her phrase.
"Our last evening of the simple life," he laughed. He climbed down, and held the ladder firm.
"How are you for wraps?" he called. "It is going to be colder later. This breeze will freshen."
Lady Mary smiled at his expert way.
"Where," she inquired, "did you learn all this?"
"I learned it with Antony. We did this sort of thing at Oxford."