"Are you afraid to jump?
Surely not! Try! If you will, I will promise that you shall come to no hurt." "But supposing that I knock you down ?" say I, doubtfully.

"I really am a good weight--heavier than you would think to look at me--and coming from such a height, I shall come with great force." He smiles.
"I am willing to risk it; if you do knock me down, I can but get up again." I require no warmer invitation.

With arms extended, like the sails of a windmill, I hurl myself into the embrace of Sir Roger Tempest.

The next moment I am standing beside him on the gravel-walk, red and breathless, but safe.
"I hope I did not hurt you much," I say with concern, turning toward him to make my acknowledgments, "but I really am very much obliged to you; I believe that, if you had not come by, I should have been left there till bedtime." "It must have been a very unpleasant speech that you made to deserve so severe a punishment," he says, looking back at me, with a kindly and amused curiosity.
I do not gratify his inquisitiveness.
"It was something not quite polite," I answer, shortly.
We walk on in silence, side by side.

My temper is ruffled.