Quickly recovering her serenity, however, she saluted him slightly, and, moving her oars in unison, was on the point of departure.
Stirred by an impulse he could not resist, he laid one hand detainingly on the rim of her boat.
"Are you going now ?" he asked.
She raised her eyebrows in some little surprise and smiled.
"Going ?" she repeated.

"Why, yes.

I shall be late in getting home as it is." "Stop a moment," he said eagerly, feeling that he could not let this beautiful creature leave him as utterly as a midsummer night's dream without some clue as to her origin and destination.

"Will you not tell me your name ?" She drew herself erect with a look of indignation.
"Sir, I do not know you.

The maidens of Norway do not give their names to strangers." "Pardon me," he replied, somewhat abashed.