"But you'll do it—you darling!" He pulled her close to him and she made no resistance. They were still locked together when a throat was cleared in the doorway.
Dr. Phillips regarded them benignly. "I must say," he remarked, "that compared to some of the lewd sights I have witnessed here in Belvoir, it is refreshing to see a couple as well-favored as yourselves embracing. But that was not the purpose of my visit. I have come to say farewell."
"Then it's coming soon?" Justin asked him quickly.
"Perhaps you two have been too—er—occupied to hear but the five-minute signal sounded a brief while ago. I wish you both good luck."
Deborah broke from Charles, ran to the elderly don and planted a buss on his cheek. He fluttered like a moth, visibly touched, said, "Thank you, my dear," and added quite irrelevantly, "'Twill be a great relief to return once more to my breeches."
"Come quickly!" Deborah whispered when they were once more alone.
He needed no urging, raced on tiptoe behind her to her cubicle. Hurriedly she scrambled onto her portable bed, reaching for Justin as he climbed on from the other side. There was scarcely room for both of them.
She whispered, "Charles, I'm afeard."
"We're together, darling," he whispered back.
She was silent for a brief while. Then she whispered, "Have ye no children?"