She was fishing, but I would not see the bait, and answered with a monosyllable.
“He is very fond of you,” she said.
“He knows me and trusts me, I think.”
“Is that a reproach?”
“It is not for me to reproach you. You don’t know me yet.”
“There are many things I don’t know yet. For one, how I got here to this hut?”
I smiled. “I carried you,” I answered.
“You dared?” A quick impulsive rebuke in the question.
“I didn’t dare to leave you lying out there in the road when that storm was coming up.”
“You had no right,” she cried, and went back into the hut.