to look at him—"tell me, don't you care...a little?"
"What's the use?" She still struggled, but, even to her, it wasn't very convincing. "We've got other things to do…We can't think of…"
And then this very determined young man settled matters in his usual straightforward fashion. She felt herself lifted bodily out of the car as if she had been a child: she found herself lying in his arms, with Hugh's eyes looking very tenderly into her own and a whimsical grin round his mouth.
"Cars pass here," he remarked, "with great regularity. I know you'd hate to be discovered in this position."
"Would I?" she whispered. "I wonder…"
She felt his heart pound madly against her; and with a sudden quick movement she put both her arms round his neck and kissed him on the mouth.
"Is that good enough?" she asked, very low: and just for a few moments, Time stood still…Then, very gently, he put her back in the car.
"I suppose," he remarked resignedly, "that we had better descend to trivialities. We've had lots of fun and games since I last saw you a year or two ago."
"Idiot boy," she said happily. "It was yesterday morning."
"The interruption is considered trivial. Mere facts don't count when it's you and me." There was a further interlude of uncertain duration, followed rapidly by another because the first was so nice.
"To resume," continued Hugh. "I regret to state that they've got Potts."
