"Ring?
Why?
No one will come." "Are we the only people in the house, then ?" "Yes," he said.

"That's part of my plan." "Plan ?" She was on her feet.

"What do you mean?
Have you thought all this out and made a scheme of it ?" "Yes; all out," he said.

"The moment has come, Joan." No longer did the scent of honeysuckle take Joan back to the sun-bathed cottage and the voice behind the door.

No longer did she feel that all this wasn't really happening, that it was fantastic.