“I’m very glad of that. Does she ever speak of me?”
“Let me see—I don’t think she has referred to you lately.”
Everard looked up.
“Don’t let us play a comedy, Mary. I want to talk very seriously. Shall I tell you what happened when I went to Seascale?”
“Ah, you went to Seascale, did you?”
“Didn’t you know that?” he asked, unable to decide the question from his cousin’s face, which was quite friendly, but inscrutable.
“You went when Miss Nunn was there?”
“Of course. You must have known I was going, when I asked you for her Seascale address.”
“And what did happen? I shall be glad to hear—if you feel at liberty to tell me.”
After a pause, Everard began the narrative. But he did not see fit to give it with all the detail which Mary had learnt from her friend. He spoke of the excursion to Wastwater, and of the subsequent meeting on the shore.