"Then it isn't good-bye," smiled Perigal.
"Why?"
"Because you're going to do what I wish."
Mavis was sure that she was going to do nothing of the kind, but as Perigal looked at her and smiled she became conscious of a weakening in her resolution: it was as if he had fascinated her; as if, for his present purpose, she were helpless in his hands. Consequently, she said:
"To disappoint you, I'll come as far as the other side of the river."
"What did I tell you? But it's only fair to let you know the river runs a bit just here, and it's too deep to pole, so you have to hit the opposite bank when you can."
"Is there any danger?"
"Nothing to speak of."
"I'd love to cross."
"Jump in, then."