On the other hand, Claude thought she had never liked her visitor so well.
“He seemed so full of respectful deference,” she said.
“Yes,” said downright Mary, “but I wish he would take a dislike to the place. I’m sick of seeing his yacht moored in the harbour. It’s beginning to blow. I wish the wind would blow it right away.”
But Glyddyr had not the least intention of going. In spite of his hurried ending to his visit, he came away feeling better.
“It’s natural that I should feel uncomfortable there, but it will soon wear off, and it’s plain enough to see that I am gradually becoming welcome. Gellow’s right,” he said, recalling one of their conversations. “Patience is the thing.
“I’m all right. Wish I could feel like this when I am there.”
“Good-morning.”
“Ah, doctor.”
“Why it’s ‘ah, patient.’ You’re better, Glyddyr, decidedly. You must keep on with that tonic.”
“Yes, ever so much better,” said Glyddyr, who was flushed with hope. “Come on board and dine with me.”