Won't it ?" "It will," said St.George fervently.

"Don't try to persuade me that there wasn't any such mountain," he challenged her.

"I suppose," he added in wonder, "that lovers have been having these secret signs time out of mind--and we never knew." Olivia drew a little breath of content.
"Bless everybody," she said.
So they made invasion of that pure, dim world before them; and the serene mystery of the distance came like a thought, drawn from a state remote and immortal, to clasp the hand of There in the hand of Here.
"And then sometimes," St.George went on, his exultation proving greater than his discretion, "we'll take the yacht and pretend we're going back--" He stopped abruptly with a quick indrawn breath and the hope that she had not noticed.

He was, by several seconds, too late.
"Whose yacht is it ?" Olivia asked promptly.

"I wondered." St.George had dreaded the question.