But suddenly she jumped up and walked along the edge of the inlet away from the dock. "Oh, do come along, Nelson. We don't want to sit there all day."
Nelson, flushed and only half rose. Then he settled back again and said, with some doggedness:
"I've got something to tell you myself. This is a good place to talk."
"Why, how serious!"
"It is serious business—for me," declared the young man.
"And you're a trifle ungallant," she accused, looking at him from under lowered lashes.
"This is no time for gallantry. This is business."
"What business?" she asked, tentatively approaching.
"The business of living. The business of finding out what's going to happen to me—to us."
"My goodness!" murmured Janice. "You talk almost like a soothsayer."