Her hands went into his.
“There is a moon, dear, and I have a pillion for you, if you are strong enough.”
“Oh yes, I am quite strong now.”
She made as though to sit up on the couch, but she grew faint instantly, so that John Gore held her with one arm about her shoulders.
“More spirit than strength, Barbe, yet.”
Some of her old obstinacy appeared in her for the moment.
“No, I am only a little giddy.”
“Lie down again.”
“No, I must make a start.”
She dropped her feet in their worn shoes over the edge of the couch, glanced at him a little wilfully, and then looked away with a rush of color and a tremulous flash of the eyes.