He nodded briefly.
"Why did you follow me?" she asked.
It was fully a minute before he regained his breath; but when he spoke he spoke calmly and gently.
"I came," he said, "to say some things that I should have said last night."
Muriel braced herself against the parapet.
"Very well," said she.
He understood her.
"I don't mean to scold you, dear," began Stainton.
His eyes regarded her wistfully, and she turned away, glancing first over the precipice where, below them, the treetops tossed and then up, far up, straight up, to the awful height of sheer cliff overhead where, somewhere just beyond her sight, there nestled, she knew, the little chapel of St. Pilon.
"Why not?" she asked.