Richard rose. "Tony, she wants to hold your hand. I'll get out."
Winifred laughed. "You'd better go and hold Eve's."
As he went away, Richard wondered if there was anything significant in her way of saying it.
Eve and Pip were in the enclosed space where Pan gleamed white against the dark cedars. Eve was seated on the sun-dial. Pip had lifted her there, and he stood leaning against it. Her lap was full of roses, and there were roses on her hat. The high note of color was repeated in the pink sunshade which lay open where the wind had wafted it to the feet of the piping Pan.
Pip straightened up as he saw Richard approaching. "There comes your eager lover, Eve. Give me a rose before he gets here."
"No."
"Why not?"
"I'm afraid."
"Of me?"
"No. But if I give you anything you'll take more. And I want to give everything to—Dicky."