'I told you talking was no good--now.

I've got my own ideas....' 'Then, if that's how you feel, the sooner I go the better pleased you will be,' she returned hysterically.

'Oh, I'm ready to go.' He moved to the steps, not answering at once.

Then he said: 'The buggy is waiting, will you come ?' He went down the steps in front of her, but stopped at the bottom to help her, for her foot had stumbled on the edge of the veranda.

His strong arm upheld her until she was on the gravel.