"It would be unpardonable with such a prospect before you. Just look at the evening glow out yonder! The waves seem literally to beam with light."
Waldemar followed the direction of her hand with indifferent eyes.
"Yes; that is where they say Vineta went down."
"What went down?"
"Have not you heard? It is an old sea legend. I thought you knew it."
"No; tell me."
"I am a poor story-teller," said Waldemar, deprecatingly. "Ask our fisher-folk about it. That old boatman yonder would give you a far better and more complete account of it than I can."
"But I want to hear it from you," persisted Wanda. "I will; so go on."
A frown gathered on Waldemar's brow. The command had been too imperative.
"You will?" he repeated, rather sharply.