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Glover," he said nervously. "I'll do that with pleasure," said Annis promptly. In spite of herself her lips quivered and her eyes danced. "I've loved you ever since the first time I saw you!" said Wilson with sudden vehemence. Utterly unprepared for this direct attack, Miss Gething had no weapon to meet it. The tables were turned, and reddening with confusion, she looked away and made no reply.
A little way along the road he stepped aside to allow a girl to pass, glancing by mere force of habit beneath her umbrella as he did so. Then he started back guiltily as his eyes met those of Miss Gething. She half stopped. "Good-afternoon," said the skipper awkwardly. "Good-afternoon," said she. "Nasty weather," said the skipper, standing respectfully three yards off.
"Oh, Cuddy," cried Gething, "this is Break-Neck." For there was the wind-warped pine, the bank of earth, the trench. The horse came to a shivering standstill. The bank looked strange to him. He stood sobbing, his body rocking slightly, rocking gently, then with a sigh, came slowly down on to the turf. Gething was on his feet, his hand on the dripping neck.
"I've spent days walking up and down the road the school is in because you were there," continued Wilson. "I've wondered sometimes that the school children didn't notice it." Miss Gething turned to him a cheek which was of the richest carmine, "If it's any pleasure to you to know it, they did," she said viciously.
Until he had reached his ship and was sitting down to his belated dinner he had almost forgotten, in the joyful excitement of having something to do for Miss Gething, the fact that she was engaged to another man. As he remembered this he pushed his plate from him, and, leaning his head on his hand, gave way to a fit of deep melancholy.
"Right there," he explained to Willet, "but anyhow he's begun to show his age." He pointed the muzzle which had the run forward look of an old horse and to the pits above the eyes. The grooming was finished but neither Gething came to the stable from the big house nor the trench diggers from Break-Neck to say that their work was done.
Glover put on his hat with a bang, and with a curt nod followed Miss Gething to the door and departed. "I think he'll catch the train all right," said the skipper, as Miss Gething watched his feverish haste from the window. "I hope so," said she. "I'm sorry your mother wasn't in," said the skipper, breaking a long pause. "Yes, it has been dull for you, I'm afraid," said the girl.
"You'll take a cup, too, captain?" said Miss Gething with a polite smile. "Thank you," said the skipper, resuming his seat. His ideas were in a whirl, and he sat silent as the girl deftly set the tea-table and took her seat before the tray. "Quite a tea-party," she said brightly. "One piece of sugar, Mr. Glover?" "Two," said the gentleman in an injured voice.
He'll be round to-morrow when the mother's out." He went back dejectedly to his ship, and countermanding the tea with which the zealous Henry was about to indulge him, changed his clothes and sat down to smoke. "You've got a bit wet," said the mate. "Where'd you get the coat?" "Friend," said the other. "Had it lent to me. You know that Captain Gething I told you to look out for?"
The sparkle came in Miss Gething's eye again, then she bit her lip and turned her head away miserably realizing her inability to treat this transgressor with the severity that he deserved. "This is the first time you have ever said things of this sort to a girl, I should think," she said at last. "Yes," said Wilson simply. "You want practice," said Miss Gething scornfully.
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