He looked up at her:
"Would that make it easier for you?"
"I—perhaps—please do as you see fit, Mr. Quarren."
"Very well," he said quietly.
He caressed the dog's head where it lay across his knees, and looked out over the water. Breezes crinkled the surface in every direction and wind-blown dragon-flies glittered like swift meteors darting athwart the sun.
She said in a low voice: "I hope your new business venture will be successful."
"I know you do. It is very sweet of you to care."
"I care—greatly.... As much as I—dare."
He laughed: "Don't you dare care about me?"
She bit her lip: "I have found it slightly venturesome on one or two occasions."