“We must go back.”
“It isn't late,” Harvey remonstrated.
“We must go back.”
Harvey obediently took up the oars, then hesitated.
“Please don't stay here,” she said.
They went up the path in silence. The brake stood at the steps, and the other members of the party were laughing and talking on the veranda. Harvey stopped before they left the shadow. Miss Porter walked a few steps, then turned and faced him.
“What is the matter?” he asked. “Can't you trust me? Are you afraid of me?”
She came forward and laid her hand upon his arm.
“Don't misunderstand me,” she said with hesitation. “If I were as sure of myself as I am of you—Come, they are watching us.”
An hour later they stood at Mr. Porter's door.