There Crailey paused.
"Forgive me," he said, breathlessly, "for taking your hand.

I thought you would like to get away." She regarded him gravely, so that he found it difficult to read her look, except that it was seriously questioning; but whether the interrogation was addressed to him or to herself he could not determine.
After a silence she said: "I don't know why I followed you.

I believe it must have been because you didn't give me time to think." This, of course, made him even quicker with her than before.

"It's all over," he said briskly.

"The first warehouse is gone; the second will go, but they'll save the others easily enough, now that you have pointed out that the lines may be utilized otherwise than as adjuncts of performances on the high trapeze!" They were standing by a picket-fence, and he leaned against it, overcome by mirth in which she did not join.
Her gravity reacted upon him at once, and his laughter was stopped short.