“Ah. But he is married, I think, Miss Granger?”
“Oh, yes, he is married to the daughter of a peer, very much married—and very little, I should say.”
“I do not quite understand, Miss Granger.”
“Don’t you, Mr. Davies? then use your eyes when you see them together.”
“I should not see anything. I am not quick like you,” he added.
“How do you mean to get back to the Castle to-night, Mr. Davies? You cannot row back in this wind, and the seas will be breaking over the causeway.”
“Oh, I shall manage. I am wet already. An extra ducking won’t hurt me, and I have had a chain put up to prevent anybody from being washed away. And now I must be going. Good-night.”
“Good-night, Mr. Davies.”
He hesitated a moment and then added: “Would you—would you mind telling your sister—of course I mean when she is stronger—that I came to inquire after her?”
“I think that you can do that for yourself, Mr. Davies,” Elizabeth said almost roughly. “I mean it will be more appreciated,” and she turned upon her heel.