After all, thirty-five is not so terribly old.

He decided to change the subject.

But there was no immediate hurry.

It was pleasant to lie there in the firelight watching this enigma of girl-hood dry her hair.

Perhaps she would notice his silence and ask him what he was thinking about.
"You really ought to offer me a penny for my thoughts," he observed plaintively.
"Oh, were you thinking?
So was I." "I'll give you a penny for yours!" Desire shook her head.
"No?
Then I'll give you mine for nothing.