"And you only moved a little? How stupid of me to think you were getting up to go away!"
"When one is half asleep one has odd ideas often."
He did not tell her that he had been getting up softly, hoping to steal away to the mountain-top and destroy the fragments of her letter, hidden there, while she slept.
"You won't mind," he added, "if I go down to bathe this evening. I sha'n't sleep properly to-night unless I do."
"Of course—go. But won't it be rather late after tea?"
"Oh no. I've often been in at sunset."
"How delicious the water must look then! Maurice!"
"Yes?"
"Shall I come with you? Shall I bathe, too? It would be lovely, refreshing, after this heat! It would wash away all the dust of the train!"
Her face was glowing with the anticipation of pleasure. Every little thing done with him was an enchantment after the weeks of separation.