He came beneath them in the water, which did not rise over his long boots; and stood looking at the entrapped flies and butterflies.
“Are you trying to get to church?” he said to Marian, who was in front, including the next two in his remark, but avoiding Tess.
“Yes, sir; and ’tis getting late; and my colour do come up so—”
“I’ll carry you through the pool—every Jill of you.”
The whole four flushed as if one heart beat through them.
“I think you can’t, sir,” said Marian.
“It is the only way for you to get past. Stand still. Nonsense—you are not too heavy! I’d carry you all four together. Now, Marian, attend,” he continued, “and put your arms round my shoulders, so. Now! Hold on. That’s well done.”
Marian had lowered herself upon his arm and shoulder as directed, and Angel strode off
