A smile began to play about Anne’s mouth.
“Do you think so?”
Millie flung her a look.
“Well—I hope you are right. He has been so stiff that it would be a victory to bring him round. We shall see. Meanwhile, here we are at Odde; and what am I to offer to our boatman?—boat-master too, I suspect.”
“Ask him.”
The man smiled, shook his head, wanted nothing. The equivalent of a sixpence was all he would at last consent to receive.
Millie dragged a heavy heart up-stairs, and Anne went in pursuit of Mrs Martyn.