"Come!" she had taken him by the hand and was drawing him gently upward.
With a leap he was on his feet and had thrown her off.

Some memory had come to make her entreaty hateful.
"No," he cried, "no! Here is my place and here will I stay.

You are a stranger to me! You drove her to this act, and you shall not cajole me into forgetting it." He had spoken loudly; not so much because he remembered her affliction, but because of the roar of the fall and his own overwhelming passion.

The result was that the lawyer caught every word; possibly the workers at the water-edge did also; for some of them quickly turned their heads.

But she, though she stopped short in the spot where he had pushed her, gave no evidence of hearing his words or even of resenting his manner.
"Won't you come ?" she falteringly pleaded, pointing towards the house with its twinkling lights.