"Why?" eagerly.
"The storm was so dreadful."
"And so you came out into it. A bad reason. Was there no other?"
"I was anxious, too, I think. I wanted to see what the sea looked like."
"Why were you anxious; what about?"
"Somebody was in danger."
"My darling!"
His lips met mine again. My strength seemed altogether gone. I made no effort to escape.
"I didn't say who 'somebody' was," I protested weakly.
He laughed gaily.