"Rather sentimental, isn't it?" said Armstrong, blushing.
"All his songs are sentimental. He was playing a very funny tune, though, when you came round the bend. I was sure his voice was getting tired, and asked him just to play. The tune was quite unknown to me, but I thought it very cheering."
Meanwhile, at the other end of the boat, Lilian had been giving explanations to Warrender.
"He intended just to bring us to the mouth of the river, but seemed to have some difficulty in turning round. I think he said he wanted more sea-room. At any rate, he ran out to sea, and then we stuck on that wretched sandbank. He talked and sang to amuse us; he has quite a pleasant voice, but his songs are dreadfully sentimental, aren't they?"
"Frightful tosh!" returned Warrender.
"Well, it was very good of him, especially when he must have been much annoyed at the mishap, which, of course, wasn't his fault."
"No, of course not," said Warrender.
"You speak as if you thought it was."
"Oh, no. Any one might run on a hidden sandbank. But the fact is----"
"Yes?"