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He agreed, and they set off in high fettle just before noon, expecting to return before dark. Sheila was upstairs dusting when, not long after the noon hour, she saw from one of the windows the spread canvas of the Seamew there was no mistaking the schooner making through the channel into the cove. "Tunis is coming! Tunis is coming! Tunis is coming soon!"
Down the bank, along with a small avalanche of sand and gravel, plunged little John-Ed and his freckled face appeared at the doorway. "By the great jib boom!" he cried. "What you doing here? Playing castaway?" "Yes, John-Ed," said Sheila. "That is it exactly. I am a castaway." He stared at her. She could not take this boy into her confidence.
Kavanagh, "you don't know what you propose to us. To go and roll about in an open boat in these waves we should be ill in five minutes. But I suppose you don't know what sea-sickness is?" "No," said Sheila, "but I will hear my husband speak of it often. And it is only in crossing the Channel that people will get sick." "Why, this is the Channel." Sheila stared.
"Never mind about yourself," said Ingram somewhat curtly: "what did Sheila say?" "Well, nothing definite. What could you expect a girl to say after so short an acquaintance? But this I can tell you, that the proposal is not altogether distasteful to her, and that I have her permission to speak of it at some future time, when we have known each other longer." "You have?" "Yes."
"It's quaren dull in the country," she continued, "an' the classes'll help to pass the time. I wish it was dancin', but!" Dancing! They had not made any arrangements for dancing, though the Gaels were very nimble on their feet. He glanced at Marsh reproachfully. Why had Marsh omitted to revive the Gaelic dances? "Perhaps," he said to Sheila, "we can have dancing classes later on...."
McClain, Miss Frean and Sheila Mason. Dr. McClain, assisted by the two women, was bearing Kara in his arms. Before Margaret and Tory reached them, he had placed Kara in his motor car and they were driving away. Tory toiled up the long, hot street, her arms filled with packages, her face flushed. How different the atmosphere from the cool green shade of Beechwood Forest!
For Sheila knew how Tunis Latham suffered. She felt that her course was right; nevertheless she fully appreciated how keen the blow of her decision fell upon the partner in her sin. A sin it was almost, it seemed to her now, an unpardonable crime.
And he wished very much to be with Sheila ... now ... this moment! He saw her before she saw him. She had her back to him, and she was bending over her uncle who was sitting at the door of the farmhouse, with a rug wrapped round his legs.
Perhaps I have been hasty and inconsiderate about it; but of one thing you may be sure, that Sheila will never have to complain of me if she marries me. You say I don't know her yet, but there will be plenty of time before we are married. I don't propose to carry her off to-morrow morning.
He was angry with Sheila for having suggested it, and he wanted to thrust the matter from his mind. Yet when he found himself alone with Toby, walking along the brow of the furze-strewn down, he attacked the subject with characteristic directness. "Sheila Melrose thinks you ought to have a season in town before we get married. Would you like to do that?"
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