‘I’ve got such an appetite!’

‘So have I, Frank.’

‘Capital.  Have another cutlet.’

‘Thank you, dear.’

‘Potatoes?’

‘Please.’

‘I always thought that people on their honeymoon lived on love.’

‘Yes, isn’t it dreadful, Frank?  We must be so material.’

’Good old mother Nature!  Cling on to her skirt and you never lose your way.  One wants a healthy physical basis for a healthy spiritual emotion.  Might I trouble you for the pickles?’

‘Are you happy, Frank?’

‘Absolutely and completely.’

‘Quite, quite sure?’

‘I never was quite so sure of anything.’

‘It makes me so happy to hear you say so.’

‘And you?’

’O Frank, I am just floating upon golden clouds in a dream.  But your poor hands!  Oh, how they must pain you!’

‘Not a bit.’

‘It was that heavy oar.’

’I get no practice at rowing.  There is no place to row in at Woking, unless one used the canal.  But it was worth a blister or two.  By Jove, wasn’t it splendid, coming back in the moonlight with that silver lane flickering on the water in front of us?  We were so completely alone.  We might have been up in the interstellar spaces, you and I, travelling from Sirius to Arcturus in one of those profound gulfs of the void which Hardy talks about.  It was overpowering.’

‘I can never forget it.’

‘We’ll go again to-night.’

‘But the blisters!’

’Hang the blisters!  And we’ll take some bait with us and try to catch something.’

‘What fun!’

’And we’ll drive to Rottingdean this afternoon, if you feel inclined.  Have this last cutlet, dear!’

‘No, thank you.’

’Well, it seems a pity to waste it.  Here goes!  By the way, Maude, I must speak very severely to you.  I can’t if you look at me like that.  But really, joking apart, you must be more careful before the waiters.’

‘Why, dear?’

’Well, we have carried it off splendidly so far.  No one has found us out yet, and no one will if we are reasonably careful.  The fat waiter is convinced that we are veterans.  But last night at dinner you very nearly gave the thing away.’

‘Did I, Frank?’

’Don’t look so sweetly penitent, you blessing.  The fact is that you make a shocking bad conspirator.  Now I have a kind of talent for that, as I have for every other sort of depravity, so it will be pretty safe in my hands.  You are as straight as a line by nature, and you can’t be crooked when you try.’

‘But what did I say?  Oh, I am so sorry!  I tried to be so careful.’

’Well, about the curry, you know.  It was an error of judgment to ask if I took chutnee.  And then . . . ’

‘Something else?’

‘About the boots.  Did I get them in London or Woking.’