The man turned and looked back at the pool.
"No," he said, "I don't think I ever could have got out of there alone." Then he scrambled in a half-dazed fashion to his feet, and raised a hand to where his hat should have been.

The hat was, however, a long way down the river by this time; and when Ida noticed his astonishment at not finding it on his head, she once more broke into strained laughter.

After that she pulled herself together with an effort.
"You won't mind?
I can't help it," she said.

"Didn't you know your hat was gone ?" Weston looked at her more steadily than perhaps he should have done.
There was something in her face that suggested that the last few moments had almost unnerved her.

This, as he could realize, was not altogether unnatural; and then a sudden thrill that set his nerves tingling ran through him, as their eyes met.