"but I never could swim more than twenty strokes!"
"Swim those twenty then, and let come what will; you will be back all the sooner. But don't stand there talking about it, Peter—go!"
"I'm going," he said, meekly. "You'll sit up for me, Sophia, if—if I'm late, won't you?"
"Don't be absurd!" she said. "You know perfectly well that, as I said before, you won't be away a second."
"It won't be a second for you," he said, "but it will be several hours for me; and goodness only knows what I may have to go through in the time! However," he added, with an attempt to be cheerful, "it may all pass off quite pleasantly—don't you think it may, Sophia?"
"How can I tell? You will only find out by going."
"I'm going, my dear—I'm going at once! … You'll give me just one kiss before I start, won't you?"
"I will give you no kiss till you come back and I hear what you have done," said Sophia.
