“‘I beg yours,’ said the other man, rising and taking it; ‘do you mind giving me a hand with the sluices?’
“They set to work to put the lock right.
“‘How did you manage to fall in?’ asked the other man, who was raising one of the lower sluices, without looking round.
“The husband hesitated, as if he found the explanation somewhat difficult. ‘Oh,’ he answered carelessly, ‘the wife and I were chaffing, and she said she’d often seen you jump it, and’—he laughed a rather forced laugh—‘she promised me a—a kiss if I cleared it. It was a foolish thing to do.’
“‘Yes, it was rather,’ said the other man.
“A few days afterwards the man and woman met at a reception. He found her in a leafy corner of the garden talking to some friends. She advanced to meet him, holding out her hand. ‘What can I say more than thank you?’ she murmured in a low voice.
“The others moved away, leaving them alone. ‘They tell me you risked your life to save his?’ she said.
“‘Yes,’ he answered.
“She raised her eyes to his, then struck him across the face with her ungloved hand.
“‘You damned fool!’ she whispered.