A great peace was there. Not a single boat was in sight, not a sound save the quiet lapping of the water against the bows and the slight dripping of the oars as I feathered them. We were rowing upstream, so that the return would be easier, while Dick and his companion had punted down towards Chertsey. For the first time I was now alone with her. She was lovely. She had settled herself lazily among the cushions, lying back at her ease and enjoying to the full the calm of the sunset hour, remarking now and then upon the beauty of the scene and the charm of summer days upstream. Her countenance was animated and perfect in feature, distinctly more beautiful than it had been on that well-remembered night when I had found her lying back cold and lifeless. How strange it all was, I thought, that I should actually be rowing her there, when only a few days before I had beheld her stiff and dead. Alone, with no one to overhear, I would have put a direct inquiry to her regarding the past, but I feared that such question, if put prematurely, might prevent the elucidation of the secret. To get at the truth I must act diplomatically, and exercise the greatest caution. I sat facing her, bending with the oars, while she chatted on in a voice that sounded as music to my ears. "I love the river," she said. "Last year we had a house-boat up beyond Boulter's, and it was delightful. There is really great fun in being boxed up in so small a space, and one can also make one's place exceedingly artistic and comfortable at very small expense. We had a ripping time." "It is curious," I remarked, "that most owners of house-boats go in for the same style of external decoration--rows of geraniums along the roof, and strings of Chinese lanterns--look at that one over there." "Yes," she laughed, glancing in the direction I indicated. "I fear we were also sinners in that respect. It's so difficult to devise anything new." And she added, "Are you up the river much?" "No," I responded, "not much, unfortunately. My profession keeps me in London, and I generally like to spend my three weeks' vacation on the Continent. I'm fond of getting a glance at other cities, and one travels so quickly that the thing is quite easy." "There are always more girls than men up the river," she said. "I suppose it is because men are at business and girls have to kill time. We live down at Hampton, not far from the river. It's a quiet, dead-alive sort of place, and if it were not for boating and punting it would be horribly dull." "And in winter?" "Oh, in winter we are always on the Riviera. We go to Cannes each December and stay till the end of April. Mother declares she could not live through an English winter." This statement did not coincide with what the innkeeper's wife had told me, namely, that the Glaslyns were much pressed for money. "I spent one season in Nice a few years ago," I said. "It is certainly charming, and I hope to go there again."