“I see. Any time I wish to break my neck I am to please do it alone in future.”
“Exactly—if you don't mind,” he said smiling.
They turned, shoulder to shoulder, walking back through the drenched herbage.
“That,” she said impulsively, “is not what I said a few moments ago to a woman.”
“What did you say a few moments ago to a woman?”
“I said, Mr. Siward, that I would not leave a—a certain man to go to the devil alone!”
“Do you know any man who is going to the devil?”
“Do you?” she asked, letting herself go swinging out upon a tide of intimacy she had never dreamed of risking—nor had she the slightest idea whither the current would carry her.
They had stopped on the lawn, ankle deep in wet grass, the stars overhead sparkling magnificently, and in their ears the outcrash of the sea.
“You mean me,” he concluded.