“I must have dreamed it all,” she cried joyously. “I have thought so much about it that I have fancied all this, and made myself ill. Why, of course he could not have got in there to watch or the men would have seen him come.”
It is very easy to place faith in that which you wish to believe.
Chapter Fifteen.
Lieutenant brough was out for a long walk. That is to say, he had his glass tucked under his arm, and was trotting up and down his cleanly holystoned deck, pausing from time to time to raise his glass to his eye, and watch the top of the cliff, ending by gazing in the direction of the cove.
The men said he had been putting them through their facings that morning, and he had been finding more fault in two hours than in the previous week, for he was getting fidgety. He had not enjoyed his breakfast, and it was getting on toward the time for his mid-day meal.
Suddenly he stopped short by the master, who had also been using a glass, and was evidently waiting to be spoken to.
“Seemed in good spirits last night, Mr Gurr, eh?”
“Mr Raystoke, sir? Oh yes.”