"Yes, sir," he said, the sullen look on his face relaxing as he found that there was to be no reference to himself or Marie, which he had expected.
"When are you going away?" he asked, scarcely concealing his interest and satisfaction in what had occurred.
"Quite soon, I think. I liked your boat, Len, and I hope to need her again some other time."
Saying this, he turned to the house and went over his mail again, before preparing to meet his American friends.
[CHAPTER XII.]
THE BLUE VEIN.
"The wakened distance hears the falling rock
That gives to day thy treasure, as to greet
From the young world thou canst no longer hide."
Pierre welcomed Winslow heartily and with every evidence of pleasure. The old man had not returned home till he had been driven in by the tide, and Winslow came to the island, after spending a few hours with his friends, at high tide.