If you want ityou can have it, Mr. Rollo.
He took her in his arms then, very tenderly and gravely, kissing her on lips and cheeks with kisses which seemed to tell of a wish to indemnify himselfand her too,for the last three weeks; but then, having got what he wanted, for several minutes thereafter spoke not; partly for his own sake perhaps, partly for hers. A stillness more mighty than words, and quite beyond their sphere. When he did speak again, it was in a different key.
How comes your hair to be wet?
Mine? O! said Hazel, starting,It is nothing but a little water.
No, said Rollo laughing, nothing else. The question is, how came a little water on your hair?
What a question! It was put there. And if you want to know why,
I will tell you. On purpose.
Who did it?
But that answer was slow to come. Gyda, she said at last.
'Gyda!' echoed Rollo, starting up a little, and removing Wych Hazel to a little distance from him, that he might look in her face better. 'For what purpose has Gyda been putting cold water on your hair?'
'O! I was tired when I got here,' Hazel said, trying to look up and laugh, and somehow failing. 'AndandAnd it does not signify the least in the world now.'