"I'm so sorry I screamed out. I frightened you and made you hurry from the river and tear your face. It's bleeding very badly still. Take my handkerchief—poor Myles!"
"What happened? What were you doing?"
"I had a sudden longing to gather some of the bluebells with the moonlight and dew on them. Nothing happened—at least——"
"Something must have nearly frightened you to death from your terrible shriek."
"I don't know. I can't remember. A tree moved, I think—moved and seemed alive—it was some dream or trick of the light."
"All my fault. Why am I thus weak with you?"
"Oh, it was so grey, Myles. You saw nothing?"
"Nothing but you. I had eyes for nothing else."
She shivered and nestled close to him.
"But I'm so sorry I cried out like that."