"
"Please don't make fun of me, Mrs. Ashwood," he said with a faint
return of his boyish smile. "You know there was no danger. I have
only interrupted you in a nap or a reverie--and I can see now that you
evidently came here to be alone."
Holding the manuscript more closely hidden under the folds of her cloak,
she smiled enigmatically. "I think I DID, and it seems that the tide
thought so too, and acted upon it. But you will come up to the hotel
with me, surely?"
"No, I am going back now." There was a sudden firmness about the young
fellow which she had never before noticed. This was evidently the
creature who had married in spite of his family.
"Won't you come back long enough to take your manuscript? I will point
out the part I refer to, and--we will talk it over."
"There is no necessity. I wrote to you that you might keep it; it is
yours; it was written for you and none other. It is quite enough for me
to know that you were good enough to read it. But will you do one thing
more for me? Read it again! If you find anything in it the second time
to change your views--if you find"--
"I will let you know," she said quickly. "I will write to you as I
intended."
"No, I didn't mean that. I meant that if you found the woman less
inconceivable and more human, don't write to me, but put your red lamp
in your window instead of the blue one. I will watch for it and see it.
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