"Good morning," he said. "We've just passed the lighthouse and are
nearly opposite Canical. If you come over here, you can see it."
His tone was matter-of-course, yet masterful. At the very beginning
of her fourth solitary day, Ethel admitted to herself that it was
good to have some one take possession of her in this summary
fashion.
"Is Miss Arthur still unhappy?" he asked, as he swung into step at
her side.
"Yes. She has taken to her hymnal, this morning, in search of
consolation. I tried to coax her to get up and go ashore; but she
said there was no use in experiencing the same woe twice."
"I am afraid I do not quite catch the lady's line of argument,"
Weldon remarked doubtfully.
The girl laughed. Then she decorously checked her laugh and
endeavored to turn sympathetic once more.
"She means to make one prolonged illness. Else she will only recover
in order to fall ill again." "Oh." Weldon's tone was still blank.
"And shall you go ashore?"
She shook her head.
"I am sorry. You would find any amount to see."
"I am sorry, too," she said frankly. "Still, I don't see how I can,
without Miss Arthur."
His hands in his pockets, Weldon took a dozen steps in doubtful
silence.
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