Meta had not been enough in society to be anything else but candid.
“I’m sure I shall not at first,” she replied; “only—”
She paused.
“I will be with you,” said Claude, beaming.
“Yes. And after a time I dare say I shall get used to—to Scotland; but oh! never to England.”
“We will keep this yacht, Meta.”
“That will be delightful.”
“And when tired of one place, we will go to another. I have a home in the wildest part of the Highlands of Ross; we will live much there. And we will sometimes cruise away north to Norway, and to your dear Icelandic home.”
Meta was too happy to reply.
Claude’s thoughts were also very pleasant, so the lovers relapsed into silence.