But,
as a matter of fact, he isn't capable of it--as you'd say if you knew
him. Now, there's no reason why we shouldn't be friends, is there?" he
added, with a suppressed eagerness.
"Oh, no," she responded. She glanced up at the sky. Unnoticed by him a
cloud had drifted over the Langdale pikes, as the range of high
mountain is called. "It is going to rain, and heavily."
"And you have no umbrella, waterproof!" exclaimed Stafford.
She laughed with girlish amusement.
"Umbrella? I don't think I have such a thing; and this cloth is nearly
waterproof; besides, I never notice the rain--here it comes!"
It came with a vengeance; it was as if the heavens had opened and let
down the bottom of a reservoir.
Stafford mechanically took off his coat.
"Put this on," he said. "That jacket is quite light; you'll get wet
through."
Her face crimsoned, and she laughed a little constrainedly.
"Please put your coat on!" she said, gravely and earnestly. "_You_ will
be wet through, and you are not used to it. There is a shed round the
corner; ride there as quickly as you can."
Stafford stared at her, then burst into a laugh which echoed hers.
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