She smiled, got up, came over, laid a hand on his arm, and said: "It's quiet and nice here, Carnac dear," and she looked up ravishingly in his face.
"It's too quiet and it's not at all nice," he suddenly replied.

"Your father and Ingot have gone.

They've left us alone on purpose.

This is a dirty game and I'm not going to play it any longer.

I've had enough of it.