"I want to sketch you in the position most natural to you here," she said finally, "and must ask you to choose that yourself."
"Let us trim the boat the way mine was that day," he suggested at last, "and I will sit beside it and smoke while you work."
The idea was adopted, and while Telly sketched, he smoked, contented to watch the winsome face, so oblivious of his admiring glances.
"There," she observed, after a half hour of active pencilling, "please lay your cigar aside and look pleasant. I want to catch the expression of your face."
When the sketch was completed she asked if he had any suggestions to make.
"Only one," he replied, "and that is, I would like you in the picture and sitting beside me."
She colored a little at this, for though utterly unused to the polite flatteries of society, she could not mistake his open admiration.
"I would rather not be in it," she replied soberly. "I only want to see you as you are here to-day. It may be a long time before you come to the Cape again."
It was an inadvertent speech, though quite expressive of her feelings, but she had no idea how anxious he was to obtain the insight it gave him.
"Would you like me to come often?" he queried.