"Have we got to go back now?" she asked, as he began to untie the rope that held them to the bank.
"Yes, I think we ought. We have to get to London, you know."
"Yes."
It was getting quite dark in the backwater. One punt which passed them carried Chinese lanterns that glowed like magic eyes through the September evening.
"Mr. Dakers," Marie said suddenly.
"Yes." He was intent on the paddle and did not look up.
"There is something I want to ask you before—before we go home."
"Yes." His voice sounded a little jerky.
"It's only . . . you will still come and see me, won't you?—I mean even—even if Chris has come home?"
"Of course. Why shouldn't I?"