“No,” said Basil.
“Come and sit by me, ducky. . . . I’m so glad we’re I alone. I should like to be alone with you all my life. You do love me, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Much?”
“Yes,” he repeated, smiling.
She gave him a long, searching glance, and her eyes suddenly darkened. She looked away.
“Basil, I want to say something to you, and it’s dreadfully hard.”
“What is it, darling?”
He put his arm round her waist and drew her towards him.
“No, don’t do that,” she said, getting up and moving away. “Please stay where you are. I can’t say it if I look at you.”