midnight before
Blythe got out his violin and Evie sang some of her plantation songs , her soft voice falling easily into the indolent negro dialect . My stunt was Irish stories . We dragooned the staid Morgan into playing the piano while we ragged . It must have been close to midnight before we spoke of breaking up . Evelyn and I took a turn on the deck . Our excuse was to get a breath of fresh air , but the truth is that we were always drifting together . Even in the company of others our eyes had a way of sending wireless messages of which we two only understood the code .