It was his last day! Why not snatch all the hours possible? What could it matter to Chris if he lost a little of his wife's company?
So he let Marie sleep on, and sat there without moving, torturing himself with thoughts of the future, till presently she roused and opened her eyes.
She lay for a moment looking at him unrecognizingly, then she started up, rubbing her eyes in confusion.
"Have I been asleep? Why didn't you wake me? What is the time?"
"I am afraid I dozed off myself. It's the heat, I expect." He made a great business of yawning and stretching his arms, though he had not once closed his eyes. "It's nearly six—I am afraid we shall not have time to go on to Henley."
"It doesn't matter," she said quickly. "We can go another day."
176 "Yes, we can go another day," he echoed, with the full knowledge that for him there would never be another day.
The sun was sinking down behind the trees and pastureland and a cool breeze had risen.
Marie shivered, and Feathers picked up her coat and gave it to her silently.
"I'm not really cold," she said, but she put it on.