And they crouched together under the wall, sitting closer so that the coat might cover them.
It thundered and lightened. The rain pelted them from the high batteries of Karva. And Rowcliffe drew Mary closer. She laughed like a happy child.
Rowcliffe sighed.
It was after he had sighed that he kissed her under the cover of the coat.
* * * * *
They sat there for half an hour; three-quarters; till the storm ceased with the rising of the moon.
* * * * *
"I'm afraid the pretty frock's spoiled," he said.
"That doesn't matter. Your poor suit's ruined."
He laughed.