But she was silent, merely removing her hand from the handle.

She took a step forward; he followed, holding the umbrella above her head.

They plashed on, without speaking, through the rapidly forming puddles.
Presently she stumbled and he caught her arm to prevent her falling.

To his surprise he felt that arm shake in his grasp.
"Why, Miss Van Horne!" he exclaimed in great concern, "are you crying?
I beg your pardon.

Of course I wouldn't think of going another step with you.