"All this time! It's four. What a disgraceful siesta! But I was really tired after the long journey and the night."
She stood up. He followed her example and threw the rug over his arm.
"Emile will think we've deserted him and aren't going to give him any tea."
"Yes."
They began to walk up the track towards the terrace.
"Maurice," Hermione said, presently, more thoroughly wide-awake now. "Did you get up while I was asleep? Did you begin to move away from me, and did I stop you, or was it a dream? I have a kind of vague recollection—or is it only imagination?—of stretching out my hand and saying, 'Don't leave me alone—don't leave me alone!'"
"I moved a little," he answered, after a slight pause.
"And you did stretch out your hand and murmur something."
"It was that—'don't leave me alone.'"
"Perhaps. I couldn't hear. It was such a murmur."