But here was sleep, and peace, and perfect lapsing out.
'Shall I row to the landing-stage ?' asked Gudrun wistfully.
'Anywhere,' he answered.

'Let it drift.' 'Tell me then, if we are running into anything,' she replied, in that very quiet, toneless voice of sheer intimacy.
'The lights will show,' he said.
So they drifted almost motionless, in silence.

He wanted silence, pure and whole.

But she was uneasy yet for some word, for some assurance.
'Nobody will miss you ?' she asked, anxious for some communication.
'Miss me ?' he echoed.

'No! Why ?' 'I wondered if anybody would be looking for you.' 'Why should they look for me ?' And then he remembered his manners.