"No--I don't think I care--"
They stood listening a moment to the stupendous roar.
"A storm somewhere at sea," he concluded.
"Is it very fine--the surf?"
"Very fine--and very relentless--" he laughed; "it is an unfriendly creature, the sea, you know."
She had begun to move toward the cliffs, he fell into step beside her; they spoke little, a word now and then.
The perfume of the mounting sea saturated the night with wild fragrance; dew lay heavy on the lawns; she lifted her skirts enough to clear the grass, heedless that her silk-shod feet were now soaking. Then at the cliffs' edge, as she looked down into the white fury of the surf, the stunning crash of the ocean saluted her.
For a long while they watched in silence; once she leaned a trifle too far over the star-lit gulf and, recoiling, involuntarily steadied herself on his arm.
"I suppose," she said, "no swimmer could endure that battering."
"Not long."
"Would there be no chance?"
"Not one."
She bent farther outward, fascinated, stirred, by the splendid frenzy of the breakers.
"I--think--," he began quietly; then a firm hand fell over her left hand; and, half encircled by his arm she found herself drawn back. Neither spoke; two things she was coolly aware of, that, urged, drawn by something subtly irresistible she had leaned too far out from the cliff, and would have leaned farther had he not taken matters into his own keeping without apology. Another thing; the pressure of his hand over hers remained a sensation still--a strong, steady, masterful imprint lacking hesitation or vacillation. She was as conscious of it as though her hand still tightened under his--and she was conscious, too, that nothing of his touch had offended; that there had arisen in her no tremor of instinctive recoil. For never before had she touched or suffered a touch from a man, even a gloved greeting, that had not in some measure subtly repelled her, nor, for that matter, a caress from a woman without a reaction of faint discomfort.
"Was I in any actual danger?" she asked curiously.
"I think not. But it was too much responsibility for me."
"I see. Any time I wish to break my neck I am to please do it alone in future."
"Exactly--if you don't mind," he said smiling.
They turned, shoulder to shoulder, walking back through the drenched herbage.
"That," she said impulsively, "is not what I said a few moments ago to a woman."
"What did you say a few moments ago to a woman?"
"I said, Mr. Siward, that I would not leave a--a certain man to go to the devil alone!"