"I was afraid he would be upset.

I am afraid you were frightened last night--it was enough to alarm, to startle anyone.

What a splendid morning!" he went on, quickly, as if he did not want to remind her of the affair.

"What a libel it is to say that it is always raining here! I've never seen so brilliant a sunshine or such colours: don't wonder that the artists rave about the place and are never tired of painting it." She waited until he had finished, her eyes downcast, as if she knew why he had turned from the subject, then she raised them and looked at him with her direct gaze.
"I am glad I have met you," she said.

"I wanted to thank you for your kindness last night--" "Oh, but--" Stafford tried to break in, but she went on slowly, as if he had not spoken.
-- "I was--frightened: it was sudden, so unexpected.