The young people looked at one another and began to laugh, rather embarrassed.
"Another!" said Cyril Scott cynically.
They wished he would go away.

There was a pause.
"What do you reckon stars are ?" asked the sepulchral voice of Jim.

He still lay flat on his back on the grass.
Josephine went to him and pulled at his coat.
"Get up," she said.

"You'll take cold.

Get up now, we're going indoors." "What do you reckon stars are ?" he persisted.
Aaron Sisson stood on the edge of the light, smilingly staring at the scene, like a boy out of his place, but stubbornly keeping his ground.
"Get up now," said Josephine.