"It's just this," he whispered. "I love you so much that I don't know whether I'm sitting in bed or whether I've died and gone to heaven."
Nancy looked up into his face, a faint smile quivering round the corners of her lips.
"I think you must be in bed, Colin. They don't wear pyjamas in heaven."
He leaned toward her. "Say you care for me, Nancy, even if it isn't true."
She shook her head. "I told you I was no good at pretending. I have loved you shamelessly ever since that first day in the King's Road."
With a deep, contented laugh Colin drew up her hands until they rested on his shoulders. "So have I," he confessed, "but I only realized it while I was waiting to be drowned. I think I must be the biggest fool in England, but I'm certainly the happiest."
He kissed her lips with a passionate tenderness, and then, slipping his arms round her, held her close to him, his face resting against hers.
For a moment or two they remained quite still, then very gently Nancy raised her head.
"I don't know much about concussion, Colin," she said, "but I'm quite sure that this isn't the right treatment for it."
"I haven't got concussion," returned Colin. "What I'm suffering from is an acute form of heart trouble."