Carefully he placed Kate beside him on the rustic seat, supporting her tenderly with his arm, her head on his shoulder, her cheek touching his. How feverish it felt! He began to be alarmed.
"Kate!" he said in a low tone.
"Yes? What is it?" she whispered.
"How do you feel?"
"Pretty comfy." She nestled closer.
Lionel was astonished. "Didn't you faint?" he asked anxiously.
"Faint?" Kate sat up suddenly. "Is that what you thought?"
"What were you up to just now when I—when I found you?" stammered Lionel.
"I was—giving you the slip," said Kate.
"Giving me the slip? What for?"