"You can tell every single person in the school what you know about me," said Kate. "That's my only answer. Now, let me go."
She pushed Matilda aside almost roughly, and ran downstairs. A moment later she was in the little street. The gale caught her waterproof cloak, and swept her dress round her legs; it played hide and seek with her hat, and dashed great drops of rain into her eyes; as to her umbrella, she could not hold it up for two minutes. Walking up the street, she had to encounter the full blast of the gale. She, struggled on bravely, glad of the physical exertion which made her forget a very real pain in her breast.
"Now, where are you off to, you young scoundrel?" said a voice in her ear.
She looked up to encounter the keen blue eyes of Mr. Danvers.
"I forgot; I beg your pardon!" said the master, turning red. "I really thought for a moment that you were Jimmy. But what are you out for? this is no day for women to be abroad."
"I like being out in the rain and wet," said Kate.
"Well, don't go too near the shore; it positively isn't safe."
Kate laughed in reply.
"I am accustomed to watching the sea in a gale," she answered.
She hurried off.