Only one way home...
(Camera phone stitchings)
"What you need, Denis, is a nice plump young wife, a fixed income, and a little congenial but regular work."
"What I need is you." That was what he ought to have retorted, that was what he wanted passionately to say. He could not say it. His desire fought against his shyness. "What I need is you." Mentally he shouted the words, but not a sound issued from his lips. He looked at her despairingly. Couldn't she see what was going on inside of him? Couldn't she understand? "What I need is you." He would say it, he would - he would.
"I think I shall go and bathe," said Anne, "It's so hot." The opportunity had passed.