He sailed with skill, stopping way on the boat without exciting the notice of the wranglers, and mentally forgiving his hardest voyages in that they had made this marvellous night possible, giving him mastery over sea and boat and wind so that he could sail with her beside him, her dear weight against him on his shoulder.
When the first light of the rising moon touched the sail, illuminating the boat with pearly radiance, Ruth moved away from him.

And, even as she moved, she felt him move away.

The impulse to avoid detection was mutual.

The episode was tacitly and secretly intimate.

She sat apart from him with burning cheeks, while the full force of it came home to her.