"Good-bye, darling!" he whispered.
She understood.
"Hold me near to you, Peter," she said. They kissed a second time, lingering on the peril of discovery. She ran lightly away as Uncle Henry parted the bushes and thrust his great head towards the seat.
"Hullo, Peter, my boy, is that you?"
"Yes, Uncle."
"I thought I would look round to wish you luck."
"Thank you, Uncle."
"Somebody did not want to see me," said Uncle Henry, crossly following Miranda with his eyes.
Peter flashed an indignant look upon his uncle. He could not tell him why Miranda had gone away; how she was too precious to suffer the contact of dull earth.