She trembled at his touch, trembled and started away, yet in the end she yielded.
"Please," she whispered; "please!"
He put his arm round her very gently, yet with determination, making her stand beside him.
"Why don't you want to go to the Hills?" he said.
"I'd be frightened," she murmured.
"Frightened? Why?"
"I don't know," she said, vaguely.
"Yes, but you do know. You must know. Tell me." He spoke gently, but the stubborn note was in his voice and his hold was insistent. "Leave off crying and tell me!"
"I'm not crying," said Puck.