"We are not happy yet.

I must know more.
How long is it since that evening in the studio ?" "About a month, darling.

This is Christmas week.

To-morrow will be Christmas Eve." Ronnie considered this in silence.
Then: "Let's walk up and down," he said.

"It ought to be too cold to sit about in Christmas week." She rose and they walked along the sea-front together.
Ronnie glanced behind them.