He put his cup down empty.
"Look at that light!" he said, pointing over the rail to the yellow water which they were leaving behind them. "Have you finished?"
"Quite."
"Then let's go on deck—coffee-maker."
They were quite alone. He put his arm around her as she stood up.
"Everything you give me seems to me different from other things," he said—"different, and so much better."
"Your imagination is kind to me—too kind. You are foolish about me."
"Am I?"
He looked into her eyes, and his kind and enthusiastic eyes became almost piercing for an instant.
"And you, Ruby?"