"Ah, how kind of you!" said Juliet. "And there's going to be such a downpour in a minute."
"What is the matter?" he said, her hand in his.
She was smiling a difficult smile. "Nothing very much. Not enough to warrant my extreme selfishness in stopping you. I have given my foot a stupid twist, that's all, and it doesn't like walking."
"Take my arm!" said Green.
She took it, her white face still bravely smiling. "Thank you, Mr.
Green."
"Lean hard!" he said.
She obeyed him, and he led her, limping, to the road, Columbus, the ever-faithful, trudging behind.
"It really is a shame," she said. "We shall both be drenched now."
He glanced at the threatening sky. "It may hold off for a bit yet. What were you doing?"
"I was coming to see you," she said.