Their eyes met.
"What will your mother say ?" he asked.
"She won't mind." "You're sure ?" "Quite!" "SHALL I come ?" "If you will." "Very well." And they turned away.

At the first stopping-place they took the car.

The wind blew fresh in their faces.

The town was dark; the tram tipped in its haste.

He sat with her hand fast in his.
"Will your mother be gone to bed ?" he asked.
"She may be.