“Why, yes––er––you see, I was with him. He pushed her to shore. Simplest thing in the world.”
Helen rose angrily. There was both indignation and reproach in her voice.
“It’s shameful to try and belittle his courage, and you say you’re his dearest friend.” She paused for a moment, then went closer to the young man and said in a different tone:
“Oh, I understand you now––you’re saying that to try and make me change my mind. But I shan’t––not for anybody.”
Helen crossed the room to her cousin and gave Sadie the benefit of the look of defiance with which she had confronted Travers Gladwin.
“Oh, please, please don’t say that, Helen,” cried Sadie, all a-flutter. “I know he will agree to a postponement.”
“But I don’t want any postponement,” protested Helen. “I told you what I intended doing and I’m going to do it.”
“Go on, tell her again––we’d all like to hear it,” broke in Gladwin.
Helen swung around and said dramatically: