"Come here," said Masterman to her, "let me search you, this is distressing."
She knelt down before him and in spite of her wriggling he reassured her. "It's rather a nice blouse," he said.
"I don't care for it. I shall not wear it again. I shall sell it to some one or give it to them."
"I would love to take it from you...."
"You! Take it from me?"
With an awkward movement of her arm she thrust at his face, crying loudly "No, how dare you speak to me like that!"
"Is it very daring?" For a moment he saw her clenched hands, detestably bloodless, a symbol of roused virtue; but at once her anger was gone, Kate was contrite and tender. She touched his face with her white fingers softly as the settling of a moth. "O, why did we come here?"
He did not respond to her caresses, he was sullen, they left the spinney; but as they walked she took his arm murmuring:
"Forgive me, I'll make it all up to you, some day."