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"No," said Merefleet. "I know very little of New York society, or any society for the matter of that." Seton turned and looked at him with a smile. "Odd," he said. "For there can be scarcely a man, woman, or child, here or in America, who does not know you by name." "Not so bad as that, I hope," said Merefleet. And Seton laughed. "You have the reputation for shunning celebrity," he remarked.
But allow me to say that I consider your warning wholly uncalled for." "Exactly," said Seton, "I expected you to say that. Well, I am sorry. It is quite impossible for me to explain myself. I hope for your sake you will never be placed in the position in which I am now. I assure you it is anything but an enviable one." His manner, blunt and direct, appealed very strongly to Merefleet.
Why in the world couldn't they stop away, he wondered savagely? And then his own inconsistency occurred to him, and he smiled grimly. For the place undoubtedly had its charm. A fisherman in a blue jersey lounged on to the quay at this point of his meditations, and, old habit asserting itself, Merefleet greeted him with a remark on the weather.
And then Merefleet," glancing up at him, "will you fetch some water?" Merefleet went as desired. When he returned, Mab was lying forward in Seton's arms, crying as he had never seen any woman cry before. And Seton was stroking her hair in silence. Merefleet set down the water noiselessly, and went softly out into the summer dusk.
But he had no intention of going in that direction, and Mab, who steered, knew the water well. There was no sun, a circumstance which Mab deplored, but for which Merefleet was profoundly grateful. "You're not nearly so lazy as you used to be," she said to him approvingly, as he rested his oars after a long pull. "No," said Merefleet. "I am beginning to see the error of my ways."
Mab's hands slackened from Merefleet's clasp, and suddenly she stretched out her arms to the sky. The holiest of all earthly raptures was on her face. Then with a sharp sigh she came to herself and turned back to Merefleet. A piteous little smile hovered about her quivering lips. "I guess I've been dreaming, Big Bear," she said. "Such a dream! Oh, such a gorgeous, heavenly dream!"
And old Quiller, the fisherman, removed his sou'wester from his snowy head and peered at the visitor from under his hand. "You don't know me, eh, Quiller?" Merefleet said. He was surprised to hear a high voice from the interior of the cottage break in on the old man's hesitating reply. "He's a sort of walking monkey-puzzle, I guess," said the voice, and a roguish laugh followed the words.
Merefleet felt his heart throb heavily. He sat in dead silence, looking at her with fascinated eyes. Had he called her a Greek goddess? He had better have said angel. For this was no earth-born loveliness. She stood for several seconds looking towards him with shining, radiant eyes. Then she moved forward. Merefleet's eyes were fixed upon her. He could not have looked away just then.
The reply was delivered in a manner as curt as his own. "My name is Seton," said the stranger. "As you have only met me once before, you probably won't recall it now." Merefleet nodded comprehension. He loved the straight, quiet speech of Englishmen. There was no flurry or palaver about this specimen. He spoke as a man quite sure of himself and wholly independent of his fellow men.
The lights flickered in the draught and gave a strange look to the colourless face on the cushion. It was like a beautifully carved marble. But for Merefleet the place was deserted. Seton knelt down and held the glass to his cousin's lips. Merefleet returned softly and paused behind her chair. "It's this confounded heat," said Seton in a savage undertone. "She will be all right directly."
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