"That's not what I want."
"Oblige me by going. I'll wait here." With which she sat down on the
bench attached to the little landing.
Nick, at this, got into the boat and put off; he smiled at her as she
sat there watching him. He made his short journey, disembarked and went
into the pavilion; but when he came out with the object of his errand he
saw she had quitted her station, had returned to the house without him.
He rowed back quickly, sprang ashore and followed her with long steps.
Apparently she had gone fast; she had almost reached the door when he
overtook her.
"Why did you basely desert me?" he asked, tenderly stopping her there.
"I don't know. Because I'm so happy."
"May I tell mother then?"
"You may tell her she shall have Broadwood."