“But I tell you——”
“Let’s talk no more about it now,” he interrupted, brushing the matter aside. “It—it doesn’t interest me now.”
There was a blinding glare of lightning, then an awful clap of thunder that rattled in wild echoes down the valley.
“Oh, why did you come?” he cried, pressing closer. “Why did you come? It’s enough to kill a woman!”
“Hardly,” said she.
“But you’re wet through,” he protested.
“And so are you.”
“Have my coat.” And he started to slip it off.
“No. One more wet garment won’t make me any drier.”
“Then put it over your head. To keep off this awful beat of the storm. I’ll lead your horse.”