Moya, followed by Jack, stepped into the basket, which began to rise steadily as it moved across the valley.
Kilmeny did not lose a minute.
"Why don't you let me see you alone? Why do you run away from me?" he demanded.
Little patches of color burned beneath the shadows of her eyes. A sound as of a distant surf began to beat in her ears.
"What nonsense! Why should I run from you?" she asked, meeting with difficulty the attack of his masterful gaze.
"Because you're afraid to let me tell you that I love you," he charged.
"Thought it was Joyce you ... fancied," she retorted quietly, her pulse hammering.
"So it was. I fancied her. I love you. I'm asking you to marry me."
"You don't have to ask me to marry you because you exaggerate the service I did you."
"I ask you because I love you."