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For the young couple were going to spend the winter on the Mediterranean coasts, and Tris was as much interested in the preparations as was possible to be, even though the unexpected change disarranged and postponed his own plans. For there had absolutely been in Tris' mind a resolution to marry Denas before he went on the winter's cruise.
Penfer News, which was to appear that day, and which Lawyer Tremaine said would supply a ten-days' holiday gossip for the citizens. And no day specially made for so happy an event could have been lovelier. The sea was dimpling all over in the sunshine; there was just the right wind, and just enough of it, to let Tris reach harbour in the afternoon.
"My child, the plunderers have sacked other towns and insulted the inhabitants, and why not ours?" "But no ship is in sight." "No; yet one has been hovering about the coast and Tris Penrose, who was far out in his fishing smack to reconnoitre, says it is the Xenophon." "The Xenophon!" and the pretty face grew pale.
"But they will not," she thought angrily. "They want me to settle down and be content with Tris Penrose. I dare not tell them that Roland loves me. Roland dare not tell them either. I cannot say a word to them about my voice and the money it may make. Roland says any reasonable father and mother would be quite excited at the prospect and glad to go to London with me.
While Tris was present, she did not think he would refuse her request, for if he did so she could ask him for reasons and he would not like to give them. Denas had all the natural diplomacy of a clever woman, and she knew the power of a fond word and a sunny smile. "Father" is there any fonder word? "Father, I want to go and see Miss Tresham.
Arundel and did not return for full five weeks. But Mr. Arundel had been so much interested in the singer as to ask from Tris all that he could tell him of the life of Denas. And Tris, like all lovers, was only too glad to talk of the girl he adored; so as they sat together at midnight on the lonely sea, with the full moon above them, they grew very confidential.
"It is better to be grown up. You were only good to play with then. I could not have asked you to go and buy a boat for father, could I?" And Tris looked at her sweet, pale face, and noting how the pink colour rushed into her cheeks to answer his looks, thought how right she was, and that it was much better to have Denas a woman to be loved than a child to be played with.
Then Margaret Gainsborough would answer: "My own, dear Fox, you are always loving and good, and I am a naughty little female ever to worry you as I too often do, so we will kiss, and say no more about it; your own affectionate Tris."
I did weep to myself all last night; but just as His promise says, joy did come in the morning." And then John burst into song, and all his mates and neighbours with him. And it is in such holy, exalted atmospheres that love reaches its sweetest, fairest strength and bloom. Tris had no need of words. Words would have blundered, and hampered, and darkened all he had to say.
Then the loving fellow said with a big sigh that he would wait but tired of waiting and going away again, and back only when God and Mr. Arundel said so. "Aw, then," answered Joan, "a good thing. Women have to miss a man before they know they love him. Give Denas time to miss you, Tris, and when the boat is home be a bit careless like. If she do wonder and worry a little a good thing for her.
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