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Updated: May 20, 2025
But, rather to my vexation, Wetter spoiled the story by asking what we were talking about with our heads so close together. "We were correcting Fate and re-arranging Destiny," I explained. "Pooh, pooh!" he cried. "You'd not get rid of the tragedy, and only spoil the comedy. Let it alone, my children." We let it alone, and began to chatter honest nonsense.
Presently we found a serious solution of continuity in the track, which, after leading us along a precarious ledge by the side of the river, finished abruptly; sheared clean off by a recent landslip. We were very wet, but the river looked wetter still, and it boiled round the rocky point, where the road should have been but was not, in a distinctly disagreeable manner.
"Wetter! will you deny that all that cursed attempt at Portanferry, which lost both sloop and crew, was your device for your own job?" "But the goods, you know " "Curse the goods!" said the smuggler, "we could have got plenty more; but, der deyvil! to lose the ship and the fine follows, and my own life, for a cursed coward villain, that always works his own mischief with other people's hands!
I thought of Wetter waiting there among the trees, waiting till the moment when I wanted him. "Do you love me, Elsa?" I asked. The colour deepened on her cheeks. I waited to see whether her eyes would rise again to mine; they remained immovable. "You know I'm very fond of you," she murmured. "But do you love me?" "Yes, of course I love you. Please let my hands go, Augustin."
He chose the right time of the tide for starting, and just in the greyness of the evening when the sun is gone down, and the sea somehow looks wetter than at any other time, we put on our thick undershirts, and then our thickest suits and football jerseys over everything, because we had been told it would be very cold.
But Freddie and Flossie did not think about this, even though their feet were getting wet. Or, at least, wetter. Their feet were already wet from having tramped about in the heavy rain. "We'll soon be home now," said Freddie again. They were some little distance out from the shore, two brave but tired and miserable little sailors, when, all at once, it began to rain again.
I was glad to escape an interview with Victoria, and was now free to keep my appointment with Wetter. I had proposed to lunch with him, saying that I had one or two matters to discuss. Even in my obstinacy and excitement I remained shrewd enough to see the advantage of being furnished with well-sounding reasons for the step that I was about to take.
This kept up for some time, until all were wet through and thoroughly uncomfortable, when Tom proposed that they start for home regardless of the storm. "We can't get any wetter than we are," he declared. "And the sooner we reach the house the sooner we'll be able to change our clothes."
To her, as to Wetter, the death of Hammerfeldt must have seemed the removal of an impediment; only through the curious processes of my own mind did it raise an obstacle insurmountable. She had liked the Prince, but feared him; she imagined my feelings to have been the same, and perhaps in his lifetime they were.
"I could take her down the ladder, Miss Midget, but it's raining so hard she'd be drenched before we could reach the house. Not that she could be much wetter than she is. Was she out in the rain?" "No, that's where we threw water on her to make her unfaint herself. Can't we all go home, Carter? Truly we can't get any wetter, and we'll all catch cold if we don't."
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