"Winnie!" Captain Cavendish was hurriedly saying, "I knew you would be here, and I have been waiting for the past half hour. No, do not go! Pray stay and hear me out."
"I must go!" Miss Rose said, in a violent tremor and agitation. "You have nothing to say to me, Captain Cavendish. I cannot be seen here with you."
"There is no one to see us—the shore is deserted! Winnie! you must stay."
She had turned to go; but he caught her hand, his own face pale as hers had turned.
"Let go my hand, sir!" she cried, in so peremptory a tone that he dropped it at once; "every word you speak to me is an insult! Let me go!"
"Only one moment, Winnie."
Again she interposed, her eyes quite flashing.
"Have the goodness, Captain Cavendish, to be a little less familiar; to cease calling me Winnie."
"What shall I call you, then?" he said, with a strange look, "Miss Rose?"
She turned away, and made a little passionate gesture with her hand.