‘University College.’
‘Ah, I’d hoped Constantinople by way of Athens.’
She laughed, shook her head.
He shouted, ‘Sergeant! Want to motor to-?’
‘No,’ came the hollow answer, ‘and neither does Rupert.’
He put the letter down. He looked at her. ‘Well, I’ll pretend that your house is Constantinople. Your bed, most certainly.’
‘Some of the time, anyway.’
‘There’ll always be the door in the garden wall, you mean.’
‘But with a lock.’
‘And you’ll have the key.’
‘I’ll have the key.’
‘Oh — well-’ He leaned back, then suddenly sat up and said, ‘Dammit! I left my boat tied up by the river!’ He jumped up too quickly, felt the room start to go black and collapsed back into his cushions. He grinned at her foolishly. ‘Maybe I’ll leave that for tomorrow.’