“This is a better place to say good-bye.”
“We’ll say good-bye in the house. Now, none of your nonsense, Jerry Sumption”—as he put his arm round her waist.
“But it’s my last evening.”
“Well, I’ve come for a walk. Wot more d’you want? I’m naun for cuddling, if that’s wot you’re after. I’ll give you a kiss, full and fair, when we say good-bye in the house, but there’s to be no lovering under hëadges.”
“You’ve been unkind all along. You’ve spoilt my leave.”
“That’s your own fault, surelye. I’ve bin straight wud you.”
He laughed bitterly. Then his laugh broke into a gipsy whine.
“Ivy, are you sure—quite sure you’ll never love me?”
“Quite sure—as I’ve told you a dunnamany times.”
“But I don’t mean now ... some day ... Ivy?”