He held her still closer.
"Do you tell me to turn?" he murmured.
He knew that she hesitated; he felt a slight shudder go through her frame. Her very hesitation spurred him.
"If you tell me to turn," he said, in the same half-tone, close to her cheek, "I shall obey. But you will not tell me."
Silence. The spray from the waves sprinkled over the two. Far ahead, but growing brighter, a line of lights showed where the north shore curved.
Prudence pressed still nearer to him.
"God forgive me!" she cried; "but I can't ask you to go back."
"And if we go on now, we shall not part again?" He spoke rapidly; there was a note of desperation in his words which she perceived.
"Go on," she said; "we will never part again."
She kissed his lips lightly, then put her head on his breast.