"'Even he that flies shall follow for thy sake—
Shall kiss that would not kiss thee' (yea, kiss me),
'When thou wouldst not' (when I would not kiss thee!)"
Swinburne.
Olwen's bright eyes opened in real astonishment. Here was a bewildering sex!
"Long enough," it said. "Hasn't this been going on long enough." ... When——well, whose was the fault that anything had been long?
Or did Captain Ross mean that? Or what did he mean?
"I don't know what you mean," she confessed, standing there all at sea. Then she put out a hand to the draperies of that door. Bewilderment gave place for the moment to a stronger impulse; hospitality. The little Welshwoman must feed her guest. "Do come into the dining-room," she begged, "and have some tea first, anyhow——"
But Captain Ross stood rock-like. He had seen that rookery of black heads through the dining-room window.
"Thanks; I had tea in the train," he said curtly.
"I came to ask you something, and I'd like to know about it right now."