The night comes on all at once, and then the air is so damp and cold.' And so they went on talking about the weather.
'Your boat is up in London, I know, Harry,' said Katie, with a voice of reproach, but at the same time with a look of entreaty.
'Yes, it's at Searle's,' said Norman.
'But the punt is here,' said Katie.
'Not this evening, Katie,' said he.
'Katie, how can you be such a tease ?' said Mrs.Woodward; 'you'll make Harry hate the island, and you too.

I wonder you can be so selfish.' Poor Katie's eyes became suffused with tears.
'My dear Katie, it's very bad of me, isn't it ?' said Norman, 'and the fine weather so nearly over too; I ought to take you, oughtn't I?
come, we will go.' 'No, we won't,' said Katie, taking his big hand in both her little ones, 'indeed we won't.

It was very wrong of me to bother you; and you with--with--with so much to think of.

Dear Harry, I don't want to go at all, indeed I don't,' and she turned away from the little path which led to the place where the punt was moored.
They sauntered on for a while together, and then Norman left them.

He said nothing, but merely stole away from the lawn towards the drawing-room window.