"Do come," said the man; "you haven't really seen the yacht, and we can't possibly miss the returning wagonette. I'll send a man to watch, if you like; then there can be no mistake."
He did not look at her, but his voice was instinct with passionate entreaty.
"But the men may not be here till late." Lady Maud did not look at him either, yet the same repressed emotion rang in her tone.
"I can row you. We have only to paddle round those rocks, and the current will take us right on to the yacht."
"But the men?"
"Lazy beggars! let them swim. Besides, they should have been here long ago; it is past five."
"Half-past. They have been here and put the stores in the boat."
"It is we who are late."
He moved a step closer, impatiently. "What have the men to do with it, Maud? Don't--don't be childish! What are you afraid of--not of me, surely?"
There was a pause.