"Jim always said its working radius was about five miles," she said. "When you drove within range, it took over.... But let's go back upstairs, darling--we have our lives to plan." To change the subject Coulter said, when they emerged from the basement, "You must have had a time picking the right moment for this little reunion--or was it hit or miss?" "The machine is completely accurate," she said firmly. She stood there, the firelight making a halo of her dark hair. There was urgency in her, an expectation that the remark would mean something to him. It didn't. Finally she burst out with, "Banning, are you really so forgetful? Don't you remember what tonight was ... _don't_ you?" Coulter did some hasty mental kangaroo-hopping. He knew it was important to Eve and, because of the incredible thing she had accomplished, he felt a new wave of fright. From some recess of his memory he got a flash--Jim was in Cambridge, the housekeeper asleep in the rear ell of the old farmhouse, he and Eve were alone. He drew her gently close to him and kissed her soft waiting lips as he had kissed them twenty years before, felt the quiver of her slim body against him as he had felt it twenty years before. He should have known--Eve had selected for their reunion the anniversary of the first time they had truly given themselves to each other. He said, "Of course I remember, darling. If I'm a little slow on the uptake it's because I've had a lot of things happen to me all at once." "The old Banning Coulter would never have understood," she said, giving him a quick hug before standing clear of him. Her eyes were shining like star sapphires. "Banning, you've grown up!" "People do," he said drily. There was an odd sort of tension between them as they stood there, knowing what was to happen between them. Eve took a deep unsteady breath and the rise and fall of her angora sweater made his arms itch to pull her close. She said, before he could translate desire into action, "Oh, I've been so _wrong_ about so many things, darling. But I was so _right_ to bring you back. Think of what we're going to be able to do, you and I together, now that we have this second chance. We'll know just what's going to happen. We'll be rich and free and lord it over ordinary mortals. I'll have furs and you'll have yachts and we'll ..." "I'm a lousy sailor," said Coulter. "No, I don't want a yacht." "Nonsense, we'll have a yacht and cruise wherever we want to go. Think of how easy it will be for us to make money." Her eyes were shining more brightly still. "No more standing in a teller's cage for me. No more feeling the life-sap dry up inside me, handling thousands of dollars a day and none of it mine." She stepped to him, gripped him tightly, her fingernails making themselves felt even through the heavy material of his jacket. She kissed him fiercely and said in a throaty whisper, "Darling, I'm going upstairs. Come up in ten minutes--and be young again with me."