It seemed to me suddenly so preposterous, that two people should be as happy as we were and not be happier. Here we were, alone, miles away from everybody, free as air, and in love with each other. I looked again at Daphne, at her slender shoulders, her throat, her bosom, and, passionately in love, I decided, with fervour : Wouldn't it be rather absurd, then, to behave like a couple of children ? Wouldn't she even, in spite of all she had said, be disappointed if we did ? . . .