He passed her arm through his hurriedly, and set off at a smart pace.
“Don't take off that,” he cried, preventing an attempt on her part to remove the coat from her shoulders.
“But you—oh—I can't!”
“You must,” he said, authoritatively.
And Katherine found it sweet to yield to his will.
They walked rapidly homewards, speaking very little, owing to the exigencies of the situation, but feeling very close to one another. Even the touch of grotesqueness in this unconventional flight through the rain made them laugh happily together, as they stumbled along in their haste.
“It is very sweet of you not to mind,” he said.
She gave his arm a little pressure for reply, and laughed light-heartedly.
At the porte-cochere of the pension, Katherine paused before mounting the stairs, to take breath and to restore Raine his coat.
The gas-lamp by the door threw its light upon them and for the first time they saw each other clearly. They were drenched to the skin. A simultaneous exclamation rose to the lips of each.