His thoughtful silence was a great help to her, for it allowed her to collect and organise her thoughts.
"I must go and see Caswall to-morrow, to hear what he has to say on the subject." "But, dear, for my sake, don't have any quarrel with Mr.Caswall.

I have had too much trial and pain lately to wish it increased by any anxiety regarding you." "You shall not, dear--if I can help it--please God," he said solemnly, and he kissed her.
Then, in order to keep her interested so that she might forget the fears and anxieties that had disturbed her, he began to talk over the details of her adventure, making shrewd comments which attracted and held her attention.

Presently, _inter alia_, he said: "That's a dangerous game Caswall is up to.

It seems to me that that young man--though he doesn't appear to know it--is riding for a fall!" "How, dear?
I don't understand." "Kite flying on a night like this from a place like the tower of Castra Regis is, to say the least of it, dangerous.

It is not merely courting death or other accident from lightning, but it is bringing the lightning into where he lives.