"Dear, there was no harm in that. But, you see, village people might say horrible things.... I was dreadfully to blame. Yes, of course I was."
She flushed like a carnation at dawn; and when Guy put his arm around her she drew away.
"Oh, Guy," she said, brokenly, "I can't bear to think of being alone to-night. I shall be asking questions all the night long; I know I shall. It's like that horrid mill-pool."
"Mill-pool?" he echoed, looking at her in perplexity.
She sighed and stared sadly down at the forget-me-nots.
"You wouldn't understand; you'd think I was hysterical and stupid."
Silently they left the island, and silently for some time they floated down the stream; then Pauline tossed her head bravely.
"Love's rather cruel in a way."
Guy looked aghast.
"Pauline, you don't regret falling in love with me?"