His car was waiting outside the ground to whisk her away from the hot crowd.
Happy, perspiring, dazed with heat and fatigue, she climbed in beside him and lay back.
‘We’ll go and find somewhere to bathe,’ he said.
‘Yes!’
‘And have supper at an inn, and stay out much later than we ought.’
‘Yes. Oh, Julian, we have done nice things together. I shall always remember them.’
She put a hand on his knee, and he smiled and nodded, all simple and brotherly.... He had tried his very hardest to help her win. She was grateful to him for fitting himself to her mood.
The car went spiralling up the vine-covered hills, and the electric air quivered away on each side of them in visible waves. The sun sank magnificently, without a cloud, a blood-red lamp. Its rays had long ago passed from the tortuous, steep and rock-bound way through which they now went; and a grey-green tranquil coolness blessed every sense. Then the road ran into profounder, wooded loneliness, and she espied a stream, leaping and plunging in little falls, far down in the gully below the side of the road.
‘Stop here, Julian. We must bathe.’
She went springing down towards the water and he followed with the bathing suits and towels.