"I must go home," Audrey shyly reminded him, whereat he smiled assent, and they went, not through the box alley to the gate in the wall, but down the terrace, and out upon the hot brown boards of the landing.

Haward, stepping into a boat, handed her to a seat in the stern, and himself took the oars.
Leaving the landing, they came to the creek and entered it.

Presently they were gliding beneath the red brick wall with the honeysuckle atop.

On the opposite grassy shore, seated in a blaze of noon sunshine, was Hugon.
They in the boat took no notice.

Haward, rowing, spoke evenly on, his theme himself and the gay and lonely life he had led these eleven years; and Audrey, though at first sight of the waiting figure she had paled and trembled, was too safe, too happy, to give to trouble any part of this magic morning.