She grew a little pale. This intensity of emotion awed her as the majestic in Nature affects great souls. "I don't think you ought. I don't think I am quite worthy."
"Let me be judge of that." He spoke quickly and almost sharply. "Shall I drink?"
She had walked on while Clement was speaking, and stood leaning against the browsing horse. After a little hesitation she answered, "If you are thirsty."
The words were light, but he understood her. He drank and then came straight toward her.
She shrank from him in sudden timidity and said a little hurriedly, "Help me into the saddle. I shall need to ride back."