“Oh, you never did—except when I let you.”
“That’s what you always said, but I never believed it.”
Wroxham laughed boyishly, feeling on a sudden absurdly happy. He saw that Winnie was yielding, and yet he hardly dared to think his good fortune true.
“And do you remember how I used to punt you up and down the river in the holidays?” he said.
“How frightened I was when you fell in!”
“Oh, you fibber!” he cried, with a joyful smile. “You shrieked and roared with laughter!”
Winnie, with a little laugh, turned to the sofa. Raising her eyelashes, she looked at Wroxham with the glance that she well knew set him all aflame.
She sat down, and he, sitting beside her, took her hand. She made no effort to withdraw it.
“What lovely days those were!” she said. “But we used to quarrel dreadfully, usen’t we?”