She could not--for that once she could not--deny them vent.
And Nap, strung to a species of fierce gaiety that she had never seen in him before, urged her perpetually on.

He would not let her pause to think, but yet he considered her at every turn.

He scoffed like a boy at her efforts to ski, but he held her up strongly while he scoffed, taking care of her with that adroitness that marked everything he did.

And while they thus dallied the time passed swiftly, more swiftly than either realised.

The sun began to draw to the south-west.