She drew near.
‘Your sunshade first.’
‘Oh, it’s too much trouble,’ she said languidly, all but plaintively. ‘I’d rather be here.’
‘Obey!—Your sunshade—’
She gave it.
‘Now, your hand.’
He was kneeling on the top of the bank. With very little exertion, Nancy found herself beside him. Then he at once leapt down among the brushwood, a descent of some three feet.
‘We shall be trespassing,’ said Nancy.
‘What do I care? Now, jump!’
‘As if you could catch me!’ Again she uttered her nervous laugh. ‘I am heavy.’