How'd you like to go for a row ?" "I'd love it!" she said.
"George will be glad to take you, I'm sure." "George?
And you ?" He thought he detected a note of disappointment in her voice; he had not thought to disappoint her, but when he found her disappointed he got a certain thrill out of it.
"I am going over to Morris's this morning," he said.
"To Morris's?
Alone ?" "Why, yes." "But--but isn't it dangerous ?" Cleggett smiled and shrugged his shoulders.
"Promise me that you will not go over there alone," she demanded.
"I am sorry.

I cannot." "But it is rash--it is mad!" "There is no real danger." "Then I am going with you." "I think that would hardly be advisable." "I'm going with you," she repeated, rising with determination.
"But you're not," said Cleggett.

"I couldn't think of allowing it." "Then there IS danger," she said.
He tried to evade the point.

"I shouldn't have mentioned it," he murmured.
She ran into the stateroom and was back in an instant with her hat, which she pinned on as she spoke.
"I'm ready to start," she said.
"But you're not going." "After what you've done for me I insist upon my right to share whatever danger there may be." She spoke heatedly.
In her heat and impulsiveness and generous bravery Cleggett thought her adorable, although he began to get really angry with her, too.

At the same time he was aware that her gratitude to him was such that she was on fire to give him some positive and early proof of it.