“Oh you unspeakable man! Your conceit is just extraordinary! If you wanted any other good thing in life, from a big ship to a gold ring, would you not expect to buy it? Would your loving it, and wanting it, be sufficient? Jamie Logan knew well what he was about, when he brought us the letter from the Hendersons’ firm. I love Jamie very dearly; but I’m free to confess the letter came into my consideration.”
Talking thus, with the good wind blowing the words into his heart, Christina soon inspired Andrew with her own ideas and confidence His face cleared; he began to row with his natural energy; and as they stepped on the wet sands together, he said almost joyfully:—
“I will take your advice, Christina. I will go and tell Sophy everything.”
“Then she will smile in your face, she will put her hand in your hand; maybe, she will give you a kiss, for she will be thinking in her heart, how brave and how clever my Andrew is.’ And he will be taking me to London and making me a lady!’ and such thoughts breed love, Andrew. You are well enough, and few men handsomer or better—unless it be Jamie Logan—but it isn’t altogether the man; it is what the man can do.”
“I’ll go and see Sophy to-morrow.”
“Why not to-day?”
“She is going to Mariton House to fit a dress and do some sewing. Her aunt told me so.”
“If I was you, I would not let her sew for strangers any longer. Go and ask her to marry you at once, and do not take ‘no’ from her.”
“Your words stir my heart to the bottom of it, and I will do as you say, Christina; for Sophy has grown into my life, like my own folk, and the sea, and the stars, and my boat, and my home. And if she will love me the better for the news I have to tell her, I am that far gone in love with her I must even put wedding on that ground. Win her I must; or else die for her.”
“Win her, surely; die for her, nonsense! No man worth the name of man would die because a woman wouldn’t marry him. God has made more than one good woman, more than one fair woman.”