Dick Hazlewood followed but she turned to him and raised her hand.
"Don't," she pleaded; the voice was troubled but her eyes were steady.
"If you come with me I shall tell you." "What ?" he interrupted, and the quickness of the interruption broke the spell which the night had laid upon her.
"I shall tell you again how much I thank you," she said lightly.

"I shall cross the meadow by the garden gate.

That brings me to my door." She gathered her skirt in her hand and crossed the pathway to the edge of the grass.
"You can't do that," exclaimed Dick and he was at her side.

He stooped and felt the turf.

"Even the lawn's drenched.