"I do not care for him, or any of the others," she answered, "and never shall."
It was not the first time he had mentioned young Moore to her, but never before in so serious a way, and it hurt.
"I am sorry," she continued, "that I told you what I have, but somehow I thought you understood me better than any one else. It is all right, however, and no doubt what you say is true."
He noticed there was a little quiver in her voice, and realized he had hurt her. He had, but not in the way he thought.
For a long time they sat in silence, watching the whitened ledges that bordered the island, the spectral spruces that grew to the right of where they were, the twinkling gleam of the lighthouse in the distance, and the shimmering path of moonlight across the harbor that ended at their feet.
"It's a beautiful night," said Winn at last, "and I hate to leave this spot, but I think it's time you were home."
And as he spoke he stooped, and, putting his hand under her arm, lifted her to her feet.
As he did so, a single tear fell upon his hand.