Godfrey turned from the rope which he had made fast and stumbled to the floor of the punt. She started up in alarm.
“Your foot, dear!”
He laughed. “It’s all right this time. Sometimes I forget it’s a fake.”
He sat beside her on the cushions and pointed to a basket in front of them. “Shall we start on the nectar and ambrosia, or is it too early?”
“Let us wait a bit and take in Heaven first. What on earth are you doing?” she asked, a moment afterwards, as he established himself elbows on knees and chin in hands, and stared close into her blue eyes.
“I’m taking in all the Heaven that matters to me,” said Godfrey.
“Do I matter so much?”
“You do.”
“Light me a cigarette,” said Lady Edna.
He obeyed, handed her one alight and she put it between her lips.