Oh, yes, I knew it was Hazelbeach! Five years ago I spent a jolly week here with some friends.
We hired a little wooden hut and called it 'Buckingham Palace,' I remember." He slipped his hand into her muff, capturing both hers.
Her look of anxiety and alarm went to his heart.

He had never seen Helen frightened before; and he knew with unerring instinct that she was afraid--_of him_.
It was hard; for he was desperately tired in mind and body.

To subside into passive acquiescence and watch the ripples again, would be the easier way.

But he must make a fight for his newly-recovered sanity and reason, and to convince Helen in the matter seemed the first thing to be accomplished.
Her hands were shaking in her muff.

He held them firmly with his.
"Darling," he said, "I know I have been very bad.