He prolonged the pleasure as much as possible, ate each oyster slowly, descanting on its flavor, and drank more cups of tea than were at all good for him, for the pleasure of having Clover pour them out.

He made no further offers of help when supper was ended, but looked on with fascinated eyes as she cleared away and made things tidy.
At last she finished and came back to the fire.

There was a silence.

Geoff was first to break it.

"It would seem like a prison to you, I am afraid," he said abruptly.
"What would ?" "I was thinking of what you said about the High Valley." "Oh!" "You've only seen it in summer, you know.