He saw now there was something more than common careful, something selected, in the simple toilet—her creamy laces, her favorite jewels.
"Very charming; but you can't deny you're not dressed for rough weather."
"Yes, I am; you'll see. But bring my reefer, too."
While he got the jacket she put on her hat and gloves.
Down on the pier she found the wind stronger than she had expected. She shivered a little, although it was warm, and drew the rough reefer together. She saw Ethan throw back his head, and his nostrils expand slightly as he inhaled the strong sea smell.
"Will ye be goin' out?" Sam asked.
"No, not to-day."
"Why not?" asked Val, quickly.
Ethan turned with a sudden light in his face.
"Do you mean you really don't mind?"