She shook her head.
"Something's wrong. You're moody and silent and troubled, just like you were the first time we met. D'you remember that night? You looked as if you thought I was going to bite you. I don't bite, Seraph. Tell me what's the matter, there's still one night more; I want to make you glad you came."
"You can't make me gladder than I am. But you can't find roses without thorns. I wish we weren't all going back to-morrow."
"I know, but it'll all be different."
"But why?"
"I don't know, but it will be. These three days wouldn't have been so glorious if I hadn't remembered every moment of the time that they were—just three days."
Shipping his paddle, he lay back in the boat and plunged his arms up to the elbow in the cool, reedy water. Sylvia roused him with a challenge.
"Four days would have bored you?"
"Have you ever met the man who was bored by four days of your company?"