“If I thought that you had done this on purpose, I would never come out with you again.”
Ernest looked horrified. “On purpose!” he said; and the subject dropped.
They were sitting side by side in the stern-sheets of the boat, and the sun was just dipping all red-hot into the ocean. Under the lee of the cliff there were cool shadows; before them was a path of glory that led to a golden gate. The air was very sweet, and for those two all the world was lovely; there was no sorrow on the earth, there were no storms upon the sea.
Eva took off her hat, and let the sweet breeze play upon her brow. Then she leaned over the side, and, dipping her hand into the cool water, watched the little track it made.
“Eva.”
“Yes, Ernest.”
“Do you know I am going away?”
The hand was withdrawn with a start.
“Going away! when?”
“The day after to-morrow; to Guernsey first, then to France.”