"I want to talk to you—I must—talk to you——"
"Give me my fan——"
"I can't reach——"
"You can stand on that bench."
He stood on it, and she could see his figure faintly defined.
"I am afraid I am still too far away. Lean over a bit, Becky—and I'll hand it to you."
She stretched her white arm down into the darkness. Her hand was caught in a strong clasp. "Becky, give me just five minutes by the fountain."
"Let me go."
"Not until you promise that you'll come."