"Cecil! For shame! Is it damp? I have only my thin shoes on."
She held one out in evidence. Hubert liked the look of it.
"It is as dry as tinder; just the night for lovers."
"I really think it is." She came down the steps. "How glorious!" Laying her hand upon his arm, she looked into his eyes with her big ones. "As you say, it is just the night for lovers."
They began to stroll. She spoke--
"It seems strange, after all that has passed between us, that you and I should be walking here together."
"It does seem strange." It certainly did.
"After all the hard things you have thought and said of me." There was a pause. She looked down, speaking softly. "Call me by my pet name."
He slightly started. But he was not the sort of man to remain long at a loss. As he turned to her and answered, in his voice there was a ring of passionate intensity.
"Tell me by what name to call you!"