The first hundred yards of their course lay under motionless trees, whose upper foliage began to hiss with falling drops of rain.

By the time that they emerged upon a glade it rained heavily.
"This is awkward," said Grace, with an effort to hide her concern.
Winterborne stopped.

"Grace," he said, preserving a strictly business manner which belied him, "you cannot go to Sherton to-night." "But I must!" "Why?
It is nine miles from here.

It is almost an impossibility in this rain." "True--WHY ?" she replied, mournfully, at the end of a silence.

"What is reputation to me ?" "Now hearken," said Giles.