In the shadiest spot which offered a view of the plunging river, he asked Veranilda if she would alight.
'Willingly, I would spend an hour here,' she replied.

'The leafage and the water make such a delightful freshness.' 'I have anticipated your thought,' said Marcian.

'The woman is gone to bid them bring seats.' Veranilda glanced back in surprise and saw that they were alone.

She thanked him winsomely, and then, simply as before, accepted his help.
Again Marcian held her an instant, her slim, light body trembling when he set her down, as if from a burden which strained his utmost force.
She stepped forward to gaze at the fall.

He, with an exclamation of alarm, caught her hand and held it.
'You are too rash,' he said in a thick voice.