Uncle William considered it. “Well, I dunno ’s that would do any harm—if you’re sure you could keep out o’ the way.”
“Yes,” eagerly.
“We’re goin’ by the Halifax boat,” said Uncle William. “I can make better ’rangements that way. I know the captain.”
“Yes?” It was a question.
“Well, I guess ’t you can come. Good night, my dear.” He bent and kissed her gravely.
Her eyes followed the tall figure till it loomed away in the dark.
XIX
The boat eased away from the wharf. The invalid on deck gazed back at the city. A little spot of red lay in the hollow of either cheek. Uncle William hovered about, adjusting pillows and rugs. Now and then his eye dropped to the wharf and picked out, casually, a figure that moved in the crowd. “There—that’s a leetle mite easier, ain’t it?”
The young man nodded almost fretfully. “I’m all right, Uncle William. Don’t you fuss any more.” He leaned forward, looking toward the wharf. “Who is that?”