We rowed down to Kennington Island in a racing pair, had supper there----" "Yes, yes," Stella Croyle interrupted.

Oh, how dense men could be to be sure! What in the world did it matter, how or when the secret was told?
"I beg your pardon," said Hillyard.

"But really it does matter a little.
You see, it was on our way back, when it was quite dark, so dark that really you could see little but the line of sky above the trees, and the flash of the water at the end of the stroke.

I doubt if Luttrell would have ever told me at all, if it hadn't been for just that one fact, that we were alone together in the darkness and out on the river." "Yes, I was wrong," said Stella penitently.

"I was impatient.