“You’ve been watching it for over an hour,” said Arthur, quietly. “I know,” she said. “An hour is when the big hand has gone all the way around, yes?” “That’s right.” “Then I’ve been watching it for an hour and seventeen…minutes.” She smiled with a deep and mysterious pleasure and moved very slightly so that she was resting just a little against his arm. Arthur felt that a small sigh escaped from him that had been pent up inside his chest for weeks.
