"Is that why you don't want to go back?"
Lucy's voice was unsteady and very low.
"Yes," she whispered.
There was a brief silence.
"But if you go back with me," he said, "it will be all right, won't it?"
The look in her eyes almost reached him through the darkness, it was so intense.
"No," she said out loud, "it won't. It will be all wrong."
"I don't agree with you. Anyhow, I'm going to take you back. Come."
"No," she said, "not yet. Mayn't we stay here a little longer?"
"No, we mayn't. You've got your death of cold as it is."