"They'll think I bring them an angel." And Nick covered her white hand, which was resting on the stile, with his own large one.
"As they regard you yourself as an angel they'll take it as natural of you to associate with your kind."
"Oh my kind!" he quite wailed, looking at the cows.
But his very extravagance perhaps saved it, and she turned away from him as if starting homeward, while he began to retrace his steps with her. Suddenly she said: "What did you mean that night in Paris?"
"That night——?"
"When you came to the hotel with me after we had all dined at that place with Peter."
"What did I mean——?"
"About your caring so much for the fine arts. You seemed to want to frighten me."
"Why should you have been frightened? I can't imagine what I had in my head: not now."