She stamped on the bottom boards, and her voice came back to her ears with a horrible cavernous sound, as did the laughter of Mr. Giveen.
He turned the boat so that she was fronting the arch of light at the entrance, but he did not row towards it. Instead, he began rocking the boat from side to side in a boyish and larky way that literally brought the heart of Miss Grimshaw into her mouth.
"Stop it!" she cried. "We'll be upset. Oh, I'll tell Mr. French. Stop it! Do, please—please stop it."
"Well, what will you give me if I stop it? Come, now, don't be shy. You know what I mean. What will you give me?"
"Anything you like."
"Then we'll make it a kiss?"
"Yes, anything! Only take me out of this."
"Two kisses?" asked Mr. Giveen, pulling in his oars and making to come aft.
"Twenty. Only not here. You'll upset the boat. Don't stand up. You'll upset us."
"Well, when we get back, then?" said the amorous one.