"Perhaps you would oblige me by considering it ?" And he drew politely aside as though to let her pass out in front of him.
Sara cast a dismayed glance at the rain, which was still descending in torrents.

Then she turned to him indignantly.
"Do you mean that you're going to insist on my starting out in this storm ?" she demanded.
"Don't you know that you've no right to be here at all--that you're trespassing ?" he parried coolly.
"Of course I know it! But I didn't expect that any one in the world would object to my trespassing in the circumstances!" "You must not judge me by other people," he replied composedly.

"I am not--like them." "You're not, indeed," agreed Sara warmly.
"And your tone implies 'thanks be,'" he supplemented with a faint smile.

"Oh, well," he went on ungraciously, "stay if you like--so long as you don't expect me to stay with you." Sara hastily disclaimed any such desire, and, lifting his cap, he turned and strode away into the rain.
Another ten minutes crawled by, and still the rain came down as persistently as though it intended never to cease again.

Sara fidgeted, and walked across impatiently to the open front of the summer-house, staring up moodily at the heavy clouds.