For a moment I hesitated whether I ought to strip and follow him.

Was he doing as so many others of his house had done--courting death from the water?
But some strange hand restrained me.

Who was I that I should stand between Hugo Le Geyt and the ways of Providence?
The Le Geyts loved ever the ordeal by water.
Presently, he turned again.

Before he turned, I had taken the opportunity to look hastily at his clothes.

Hilda Wade had surmised aright once more.