Harvey leaned forward and impulsively extended his hand. She drew back.

"Just shake hands," said Harvey. He clasped hers firmly, releasing it with
a quiet "Thank you."

They were drifting down stream under the trees with no sound save a faint
rustle from overhead. Strands of moonlight sifted through the foliage,
blurring the east bank into shadow.

"Do you know what I am thinking of?" Harvey asked in a low tone. She
smiled faintly and shook her head. They swung into a patch of moonlight,
and for a moment their eyes met; then she looked away and said,--

"We must go back."

"It isn't late," Harvey remonstrated.

"We must go back."

Harvey obediently took up the oars, then hesitated.

"Please don't stay here," she said.

They went up the path in silence. The brake stood at the steps, and the
other members of the party were laughing and talking on the veranda.
Harvey stopped before they left the shadow. Miss Porter walked a few
steps, then turned and faced him.

"What is the matter?" he asked. "Can't you trust me? Are you afraid of
me?"