‘No....’
She hid her face away from him and blushed. Laughing silently he gathered her up and started whirling, whirling. A deeper dream started. The room was a blur, flying, sinking away; only Roddy’s dark red tie and the line of his cheek and chin above it were real.
She laughed and gasped, clinging to him.
‘Giddy?’
‘Yes. No. I don’t know.’
He stopped and looked at her amusedly.
‘Oh, I am.’
She threw out an arm blindly and he caught it and supported her.
‘Come out on the verandah and get sober,’ he said.
The spring night greeted them with a chill fragrance. Roddy’s eyes were so bright that she could see them shining, brimming with amusement in the dim light.