"I am sorry that it should have happened in your presence, grieved that it troubles you."
She glanced at him in an absent way.
"What are you saying? Give me a moment."
"Will you not return to the house?"
"No, I could not; nor dance to-night." Her fingers quivered on his sleeve. "Besides, I must speak to you."
He flushed quickly.
"About this affair?"
"Give me a moment," repeated Miss Boyle faintly.
They walked on, neither saying a word, he waiting for her and she absorbed in some emotion that held her silent. They reached a little seat by the water's edge, and there she, leaving the support of his arm, sank down.
"Oh, heaven!" she cried suddenly. "You are not going to challenge him?"