“Yes,” she answered, “we were just going. We have been—— And how did you come here?” She found it harder to talk to him than she had expected.
“I came here in my ship,” he answered. “I wanted to see you, to wish you, to hope—to wish you all happiness. Before I leave England.”
She smiled.
“Thank you very much,” she said. “Are you leaving England for long?”
“It may be a long time. If all goes well, it will be a very long time.”
“I had not heard that you were going abroad. To what part are you going? Italy again?”
“No. I’m going to Darien.” It seemed to him to be almost tragical that she really did not know where Darien lay. “The Spanish Main,” he added.
“Ah, yes,” she said.
He covered her retreat by saying that he was going to Virginia first. She looked at him with quickened interest.
“Going in your ship,” she said. “That sounds very grand. Is she in Salcombe here? Which is she among all those schooners?”