"You hide away like a pair of silly lovers.

There's nothing prosaic about this brother and sister.

Do you know, I have often marvelled over one thing in connection with you.

You don't look any more like brother and sister than the sea looks like dry land." The pair caught breath sharply and Hugh almost snorted aloud.

Grace could do nothing but look up to where she saw the red fluctuating glow of a cigar tip in the darkness.