He patted her cheek gently. "Wouldn't you be bored? Quite sure? Suppose we were to borrow that yacht, do you think you'd really like it?"
Her eyes shone through the tears. "Of course I should love it!" she said.
"Is there—is there any chance of such a thing?"
"Every chance," said Fielding. "Saltash most kindly placed her, with the captain and crew, at my disposal only last night."
"Oh, Edward! How tremendously kind!" She looked at him with an eagerness that seemed to transform her. "But—but would you like it too? Wouldn't you—wouldn't you feel it was an awful waste of time?"
"Waste of time! With you!" smiled Fielding.
She lifted his hand with a shy movement and put it to her lips. "Edward—darling, you get dearer every day," she murmured. "What makes you so good to me?"
He leaned down and kissed her forehead. "I happen to have found out—quite by accident—that I love you, my dear," he said.
She smiled at him. "What a happy accident! Then we are really going for that voyage together? What about—Juliet?"
"Don't you want Juliet?" he said.
"Yes, if she would come. But I have a feeling—I don't know why—that she will not be with us very long. I should be sorry to part with her for we owe her so much. But—somehow she doesn't quite fit, does she? She would be much more suitable as—Lady Saltash for instance."