"And what makes you so white about the gills?"
"Ballroom air. I'm from the wide open spaces: remember?"
"I've always understood that the wide open spaces were just seething with dance halls."
"Do you mind if I take the car, Bee?"
"Take it where?"
"I want to see the sun rise over Kenley Vale."
"Alone?"
"Definitely alone."
"Put on your coat," she said. "It's cold out."
At the top of the rise looking over Kenley Vale he stopped the car and shut off the engine. It was still dark and would be dark for some time yet. He got out and stood on the grass verge, leaning against the bonnet, and listened to the silence. The earth and grass smelt strong in the cool damp after the sun of yesterday. The air was motionless. Far away across the Vale a train whistled.