She saw that he could seize her before she gained the door. She had learned the folly of running from him. So she stood still. Drawing herself up she said:
"I have nothing to say to you. I only wished to make sure that you had not done anything foolish."
Evan glanced at the shores. Staten Island was the nearer—less than half a mile. "It is not too late," he said.
"Overboard I go," said Evan, "unless you stop here and talk to me as if I were a Christian."
She smiled scornfully.
"I shall not be fooled a second time," she said.
"You were not fooled the first time," he said quietly. He bent down and started to unlace his shoes.
"What are you doing?" she demanded.
"Can't swim with my shoes on," Evan said without looking up.
He heard her catch her breath, but her voice was still inflexible. "Do you think me so simple!"