"I hate the ocean," snarled Hunting, with a grim, white face; "I'm always sick."
"And I'm afraid of it," said Miss Eulie. "How can they find their way through such a mist? Then, we might run into something."
"In any case you are safe, Miss Morton," said Gregory, with a smile.
She gave him a bright look and replied, "I trust we all are. But the sea is rough, boisterous, treacherous, and mysterious, just the qualities I don't like. What a perfect emblem of mystery this fog is through which we are going so rapidly!"
"Well," said Gregory, with one of his expressive shrugs, "I find all these experiences equally on the land, especially the latter."
Annie gave him a quick, inquiring look, while color came into even
Hunting's pale face.
Annie felt no little curiosity as to Gregory's developing character, for though he had said nothing definite, his softened manner and quiet dignity made him seem very unlike his old self.
"How do you pass your time?" she asked.
"Well, I read a great deal, and I take considerable exercise, for I wish fully to regain my health."
She gave him a grateful look. He was keeping his promise. She said, "You look very much better than I expected to see you, and I'm very glad, for you were almost ghostly when you left us. What do you find so interesting to read?"