"Know it ?" Peter repressed a start.

"Quai de France ?" he queried.

"Where's that, now ?" At this moment a song started, but his companion dropped her voice to stage whisper and replied: "End of the harbour, near where the leave-boat starts.

Know it now ?" He nodded, but was saved a reply.
She looked away toward the platform, and he studied her face surreptitiously.

It seemed very young till you looked closely, especially at the eyes, and then you perceived something lurking there.