"It may shift overnight," she said. "If to-morrow is a magnificent and cloudless day, with just a hint of silver in the horizon blue, then it means a frost and a flight to-morrow night."
"And that," he said, "would mean an end to—the roses."
"Yes."
"An end to anybody sitting out here again this year."
"Probably."
"So it seems a pity," he went on, "not to enjoy it while we may, Miss Rivett."
"I have enjoyed it—for an hour."
"You are not very generous."
"Why? You may remain another hour if you wish?" she said, smiling.
"Alone?"