Ellesborough hesitated—just a moment.
"She couldn't have any doubts about your case—dearest—who could? You fell among thieves, and—"
"And you're picking me up, and taking me to the inn?"
He pressed her hand passionately. They walked in silence till the gate appeared.
"Go back, dearest. I shall be over on Sunday."
"Not till then?"
"I'm afraid not. If the peace news comes tomorrow, the camp'll go mad, and I shall have to look after them."
They paused at the gate, and he kissed her. She lay passive in his arms, the moonlight touched her brown hair, and the beautiful curves of her cheek and throat.
"Wasn't it heavenly to-day?" she whispered.
"Heavenly! Go home!"