XX
When Hermione woke it was four o'clock. She sat up on the rug, looked down over the mountain flank to the sea, then turned and saw her husband. He was lying with his face half buried in his folded arms.
"Maurice!" she said, softly.
"Yes," he answered, lifting his face.
"Then you weren't asleep!"
"No."
"Have you been asleep?"
"No."
She looked at her watch.