“You are drenched to the skin yourself.”
“Yes, so a garment more or less is of no consequence. Now walk on, please; do not wait for me; I will be after you in two minutes.”
Again she did his bidding in the same dreamy way, and walked on towards the ascent by the steep cliff path. He was not long in following her, and they walked in almost unbroken silence to the Castle. When they reached the portal, Monica paused, and raised her eyes once more to his face.
“You have saved my life to-day,” she said. “I am—I think I am—very grateful to you.”
Arthur’s excitement and delight when he heard of the adventure were very great.
“So he saved you, Monica—at the risk of his life? Ah, that just proves it!”
“Proves what?”
“Why, that he is in love with you, of course, just as he ought to be, and will marry you some day, make us all happy; and keep us all at Trevlyn. What could be more delightful and appropriate?”
A wave of colour swept over Monica’s face.