“There she spouts!” said William, pointing. “Ready?”
Jane raised her niblick.
“Here! Hi!” bleated Rodney Spelvin, as a second cascade poured damply over him.
He shook the drops off his face, and perceived that Jane was regarding him with hostility.
“I do wish you wouldn’t talk just as I am swinging,” she said, pettishly. “Now you’ve made me miss it again! If you can’t keep quiet, I wish you wouldn’t insist on coming round with one. Can you see it, William?”
“There she blows,” said William Bates.
“Here! You aren’t going to do it again, are you?” cried Rodney Spelvin.
Jane bared her teeth.
“I’m going to get that ball on to the green if I have to stay here all night,” she said.
Rodney Spelvin looked at her and shuddered. Was this the quiet, dreamy girl he had loved? This Mænad? Her hair was lying in damp wisps about her face, her eyes were shining with an unearthly light.