"That might have cost you your life," he said at last. "Will you remember not to drift offshore again?"
"I rather think I shall," she responded. "It wasn't a pleasant experience."
"Monohan, eh?" he remarked after another interval. "So he's on Roaring Lake again."
"Do you know him?" she asked.
"Yes," he replied briefly.
For a minute or so longer he sat there, his face wearing its habitual impassiveness. Then he got up, kissed her with a queer sort of intensity, and went put. Stella gazed after him, mildly surprised. It wasn't quite in his usual manner.