That gave her pleasure.

He held the rope.
"Come on, then," he said to her.
"No, I won't go first," she answered.
She stood aside in her still, aloof fashion.
"Why ?" "You go," she pleaded.
Almost for the first time in her life she had the pleasure of giving up to a man, of spoiling him.

Paul looked at her.
"All right," he said, sitting down.

"Mind out!" He set off with a spring, and in a moment was flying through the air, almost out of the door of the shed, the upper half of which was open, showing outside the drizzling rain, the filthy yard, the cattle standing disconsolate against the black cartshed, and at the back of all the grey-green wall of the wood.

She stood below in her crimson tam-o'-shanter and watched.