We can dance here if you want to." But her attention was caught by young Oldershaw who came out carrying a glass and a jug of iced water.

She sprang up and went to meet him, the dance forgotten, Hosack forgotten.

Her mood was that of a bird, irresponsible, restless.

"Good for you," she said, and drank like a thirsty plant.

"Nothing like water, is there ?" She smiled up at him.
He was as pleased with himself as though he owned the reservoir.