I can't stand this." Her calmness was getting on his nerves; she seemed to have determined just how far she meant to go, to have fixed cold-bloodedly a limit.

In her happy young beauty and radiant coolness she summed up that sane consistent something existing in nine out of ten of the people Shelton knew.

"I can't stand it long," he thought, and all of a sudden spoke; but as he did so she frowned and cantered on.

When he caught her she was smiling, lifting her face to catch the raindrops which were falling fast.

She gave him just a nod, and waved her hand as a sign for him to go; and when he would not, she frowned.