She turned her eyes away immediately, and seemed to drop the idea of playing at lovers.
Lawrence's figure stiffened slightly as it withdrew; but he said nothing until he took a cigar-case from his pocket. Then he remarked:
"I'm so glad you don't object to smoking."
"But it seems coarse to go beyond cigarettes," she answered.
"Does it? Then you are not coarse yet."
"Thank fortune, no. I wonder if Leander has learned to chew tobacco."
No reply. Lawrence smoked slowly, gazing intently at a large yacht that was just entering the river.
"Four months is a tremendous while, isn't it?" Prudence put up her hand to yawn behind it as she spoke.
"That depends," said Lawrence, gravely.
"On what, for instance?"