“I earnestly hope you have taken no hurt,” added Raine in a tone of concern.
“Oh no! One never takes hurt when one is happy.”
The glow on her wet cheeks and the light in her eyes confirmed the statement as far as the happiness went.
They entered at the door; he gave her his hand to help her up the stairs.
“When do you start to-morrow?”
“At seven.”
“Must you go?”
“Yes. There seems to be no help for it. But I shall come back. You know that. I hate going away from you.”
They stopped at the end of the little corridor where her room was situated. He detained the parting hand she gave him.
“Tell me. Were you pained at what I said—the last thing, in the boat?”