He nodded.
"That is very funny," she said. "There must be two of you. I happen to have stayed in those parts and met the other."
There seemed to be no expression at all in his eyes as they met hers; nor did hers reveal anything. Then he looked round them quietly. There were several passengers not far away.
"It would be rather pleasant in the bows," he suggested. "Shall we move along there for a little?"
He made the proposal very courteously, and yet it sounded almost as much a command as a suggestion, and he began to move even as he spoke. She started too, and exchanging a casual sentence as they went, they made their way forward till they stood together in the very prow with the bow wave beneath their feet, and the air beating cold upon their faces,—a striking solitary couple.
"I'm wondering if yon's a married meenister!" said one of their fellow-passengers—a facetious gentleman.
"It's no' his wife, anyhow!" grinned his friend.
A little later the wit wondered again.
"I'm wondering how long thae two are gaun tae stand there!" he said this time.
The cliffs fell and a green sound opened. The mail boat turned into the sound, opening inland prospects all the while. A snug bay followed the sound, with a little grey-gabled town clinging to the very wash of the tide, and a host of little vessels in the midst. Into the bay pounded the mail boat and up towards the town, and only then did the gallant minister and his fair acquaintance stroll back from the bows. The wag and his friend looked at them curiously, but they had to admit that such a prolonged flirtation had seldom left fewer visible traces. They might have been brother and sister, they both looked so indifferent.