"Why should I not?" he thought. It was against his habit to speak of himself, but she would perhaps like him the better for the story.
"Then, Miss Margaret, not because he asked and is willing, but because you ask, I shall tell you."
"Oh, I knew thou wouldst. He thought thou wouldst not and I should be left puzzled. Sometimes he is just like a boy for mischief."
"Oh, it was nothing. The first day I was here I saved him from drowning. A boat struck his head while we were swimming, and I had the luck to be near. There, that is all." He was a trifle ashamed to tell of it.
She put out her hand as they stood. "Thank thee. Twice I thank thee, for a dear life saved and because thou didst tell, not liking to tell me. I could see that. Thank thee."
"Ah, Pearl," he exclaimed, and what more he would have said I do not know, nor had he a chance, for she cried: "I shall thank thee always, Friend de Courval. We are losing time." The peril that gives a keener joy to sport was for a time far too near, but in other form than in bodily risk. "Come, canst thou catch me?" She was off and away, now near, now far, circling about him with easy grace, merrily laughing as he sped after her in vain. Then of a sudden she cried out and came to a standstill.
"A strap broke, and I have turned my ankle. Oh, I cannot move a step! What shall I do?"
"Sit down on the ice."
As she sat, he undid her skates and then his own and tied them to his belt. "Can you walk?" he said.
"I will try. Ah!" She was in pain. "Call Mr. Schmidt," she said. "Call him at once."