In course of time they remembered that a pause only lasts five minutes; that there were other partners.
"If we're not to be too flagrant, even for India," she said, rising with unperturbed deliberation, "I suggest we go in. Goodness knows where they've got to by now!"
He stood up also. "It matters a good deal more ... where we've got to. I'll come over to-morrow and see ... your people...."
"No. You'll come over—and see me! We'll descend from the dream ... to the business; and have everything clear to our own satisfaction before we let in all the others. I always vowed I wouldn't accept a proposal after supper! If you're ... intoxicated, you might wake sober—disillusioned!"
"But I—I've kissed you," he stammered, suddenly overcome with shyness.
"So you have—a few times! I'm afraid we didn't keep count! I'm not really doubting either of us—Roy. But still.... Shall we say tea and a ride?"
He hesitated. "Sorry—I'm booked. I promised Lance——"
"Very well—dinner? Mother has some bridge people. Only one table. We can escape into the garden. Now—come along."
He drew a deep breath. More and more the detached part of him was realising....