They went on again; but no Konigsstuhl. When next De Stancy turned he found that she was sitting down; immediately going back he offered his arm. She took it in silence, declaring that it was no wonder her uncle did not come that wearisome way, if he had ever been there before.
De Stancy did not explain that Mr. Power had said to him at parting, 'There's a chance for you, if you want one,' but at once went on with the subject begun on the terrace. 'If my behaviour is good, you will reaffirm the statement made at Carlsruhe?'
'It is not fair to begin that now!' expostulated Paula; 'I can only think of getting to the top.'
Her colour deepening by the exertion, he suggested that she should sit down again on one of the mossy boulders by the wayside. Nothing loth she did, De Stancy standing by, and with his cane scratching the moss from the stone.
'This is rather awkward,' said Paula, in her usual circumspect way. 'My relatives and your sister will be sure to suspect me of having arranged this scramble with you.'
'But I know better,' sighed De Stancy. 'I wish to Heaven you had arranged it!'
She was not at the top, but she took advantage of the halt to answer his previous question. 'There are many points on which I must be satisfied before I can reaffirm anything. Do you not see that you are mistaken in clinging to this idea?--that you are laying up mortification and disappointment for yourself?'
'A negative reply from you would be disappointment, early or late.'
'And you prefer having it late to accepting it now? If I were a man, I should like to abandon a false scent as soon as possible.'
'I suppose all that has but one meaning: that I am to go.'
'O no,' she magnanimously assured him, bounding up from her seat; 'I adhere to my statement that you may stay; though it is true something may possibly happen to make me alter my mind.'
He again offered his arm, and from sheer necessity she leant upon it as before.
'Grant me but a moment's patience,' he began.
'Captain De Stancy! Is this fair? I am physically obliged to hold your arm, so that I MUST listen to what you say!'
'No, it is not fair; 'pon my soul it is not!' said De Stancy. 'I won't say another word.'
He did not; and they clambered on through the boughs, nothing disturbing the solitude but the rustle of their own footsteps and the singing of birds overhead. They occasionally got a peep at the sky; and whenever a twig hung out in a position to strike Paula's face the gallant captain bent it aside with his stick. But she did not thank him. Perhaps he was just as well satisfied as if she had done so.