How she loves me, he thought, lifting her fingers to kiss.
"Isn't it beautiful, sailing into the night? It's like coming home again, home into the heart of God."
"It certainly is."
That was inadequate. He felt unworthy of his wonderful girl, who had given herself to him so completely. And as they stood in silence he was ashamed of himself for suddenly thinking how much he would like a whisky and soda and a cheese sandwich. He managed to get his wrist watch into the light without her noticing. Almost smoke-room closing time. But somehow he couldn't mention it to Christabel.
Her face was lifted to the stars, a long end of the white veil she had bound around her silky head molded itself to his features.
"We're very close at times like this, aren't we, my husband?"
