‘Come on,’ he said, and tightened his arm round her. You might almost dare to suppose he was a little, a very little exalted too.
‘But you do love it, Roddy!’
He looked down at her and smiled.
‘Sometimes.’
‘Do you now?’
‘Yes.’
‘Roddy!’
She was silenced by happiness.
They were alone now. Martin and Mariella were on the verandah, and she heard Mariella say:
‘Darlin’ Martin, fetch me my coat.’