“Grey,” interrupted Herbert. “The moon will change and not shine.”
They gazed at each other as if appalled by their remarks.
“Anyway the moon does not shine solely for you,” said Mr. George. “Farewell.”
Mr. Herbert accompanied him to the door, and when he came back to her, Lily said:
“Good-night, you must go home.”
“It is so late for me to be out, and I want to stay with you.”
“No. You must go,” she said.
“May I come to breakfast?”
“At a quarter-past nine.”
“Good-night, my darling, my—good-night.”