“I know who she was,” she observed.
“She very nearly knew who you were. You oughtn’t to have come to the window.”
“She thought I was the ghost.”
“You shouldn’t reckon on people being foolish.”
“Shouldn’t I? Yet I reckoned on your coming—or there’d have been some more of me in the water.”
“I wish I were an irregular man,” said Charlie.
She was slowly turning down her sleeves, and, ignoring his remark, said, with a question in her tones:
“Nettie Wallace says that Willie Prime says that everybody says that you’re going to marry that girl.”
“I believe it’s quite true.”
“Oh!” and she looked across the Pool.