“You don’t know,” she said, and her voice was quiet now. “You don’t know why it was mad of you to come to-night. I’ll tell you. I’ve come out here and I’m not going back again.”
He kept his eyes on hers, but did not speak.
“I’m going to stay out here,” she said.
And she let her hand fall over the side of the boat till her fingers touched the water.
“No,” he said. “You can’t do that.”
“Yes. I shall do it. I want to hide my face in the water.”
“Give me a hand first, Viola.”
Again the warmth went through her.
“Nobody else can.”
“And you’ve looked at me!” she said.