I'm sorry, and you'll get dreadfully wet, but it's your own fault." He could feel her hand near his own on the handle.

He did not relinquish his grasp.
"No," he said.

"I think, on the whole, that that is unreasonable.

I SHOULD get wet and, though I don't mind it when it is necessary, I--" "Well ?" rather sharply, "what are you going to do ?" "Go with you as far as your gate.

I'm sorry, if my company is distasteful, but--" He did not finish the sentence, thinking, it may be, that she might finish it for him.