She laughed with girlish amusement.
"Umbrella? I don't think I have such a thing; and this cloth is nearly waterproof; besides, I never notice the rain—here it comes!"
It came with a vengeance; it was as if the heavens had opened and let down the bottom of a reservoir.
Stafford mechanically took off his coat.
"Put this on," he said. "That jacket is quite light; you'll get wet through."
Her face crimsoned, and she laughed a little constrainedly.
"Please put your coat on!" she said, gravely and earnestly. "You will be wet through, and you are not used to it. There is a shed round the corner; ride there as quickly as you can."
Stafford stared at her, then burst into a laugh which echoed hers.
"And leave you here! Is it likely?"
"Well, let us both go," she said, as if amused by his obstinacy.