"Wouldn't it be odd if it turned out to be the same?" said Kathleen.
A magnificent burst of spray clattering in myriad drops on the rock near them warned them that their tenure of the place was short.
The girl smiled. "I think, as we have spoken of Mr. Tremaine, I must return your confidence with another"; and Phil, looking up suddenly, saw a new shy consciousness in the slender face which was for some reason disagreeable.
"Don't tell me to-night, Kathleen!" he said impulsively.
"Why not?" she asked, wondering.
"I don't know," he answered honestly; "only that everything is perfect. What you tell me might change it. Any change would be for the worse."
Kathleen smiled thoughtfully into space.
"I suppose," she said, with a little shrug, "if you had urged me I might have popped back into my shell. I'm terribly at home in a shell! But as it is I think I'm going to tell you."
Phil looked at the delicate face, smiling in the moonlight.