"I see," said Stella, gravely.
He laughed.
"How did you think I came across? Did you think I swam?" and he arranged a cushion.
She laughed.
"I forgot that; how stupid of me."
"Will you step in?" he said.
Stella looked back at her uncle, and hesitated a moment.
"He will assure you that I shall not drown you," he said.
"I am not afraid—do you think I am afraid?" she said, scornfully.
"Yes, I think that at this moment you are trembling with nervousness and dread."