They talked rapidly together for a few minutes.

Then they disappeared, walking down towards the luggage-clearing station.

Maggie watched the retreating figures earnestly.
"He doesn't look in the least Chinese," she declared.
"I told you he didn't," Nigel replied.

"He was considered the best-looking man of his year up at Oxford." Maggie was unusually silent on their way back.
"It was perhaps scarcely worth our while, this little expedition of ours," Maggie said thoughtfully.
"You're not sorry that we came ?" he asked.
She shook her head.

"I think not," she replied.
"Why only 'think' ?" She roused herself with an effort.
"I don't know, Nigel," she confessed.