In fact, he felt inclined to go back and ask her now.

He was not greatly enjoying himself.

It was growing late, and it had begun to drizzle.
His inclination became the more insistent, the more he thought of it.
Yes, he would go.

He was intimate enough with his host to do as he liked without explanation.

And he and Violet had always been such pals.
Besides, the thought of sitting with her in the firelight while her husband squelched about in the rain was one that appealed to him.