Why was it that she was so anxious to cross them now?
"It's no use your trying," said her brother, who was now half across, and who spoke from the middle of the river.

"Don't you let her, Owen.
She'll slip in, and then there will be no end of a row up at the house." "You had better come round by the bridge," said Fitzgerald.

"It is not only that the stones are nearly under water, but they are wet, and you would slip." So cautioned, Lady Clara allowed herself to be persuaded, and turned upwards along the river by a little path that led to a foot bridge.
It was some quarter of a mile thither, and it would be the same distance down the river again before she regained her brother.
"I needn't bring you with me, you know," she said to Fitzgerald.

"You can get over the stones easily, and I can go very well by myself." But it was not probable that he would let her do so.

"Why should I not go with you ?" he said.