His hand, trembling with his effort at self control, bore to his lips the last of his glass of ale. Daisy's voice got us to our feet and out on to the blazing gravel drive.

“Are we just going to go?” she objected. “Like this? Aren't we going to let any one smoke a cigarette first?”

“Everybody smoked all through lunch.”

“Oh, let's have fun,” she begged him. “It's too hot to fuss.”

He didn't answer.

“Have it your own way,” she said. “Come on, Jordan.”

They went upstairs to get ready while we three men stood there shuffling the hot pebbles with our feet.