"That would be capital. She'd make him an excellent wife."
"I'm sure she would. She's just what he needs. She's as good as gold, and she has more genuine common-sense than anyone I know."
"Thousand thanks!"
"Oh, we're exceptions to all rules. But I do hope something—I mean everything—may come of it. And we would all have reason to bless this blessed little island all our days."
"Some of us will, anyway. It certainly shall not go unblest."
IV
On the Tuesday afternoon Graeme received a brief telegram from Charles Pixley—"Crossing tonight." And Wednesday morning found them all on the sea-wall awaiting the arrival of the steamer from Guernsey.
"There he is—in the front corner of the upper deck—keen to get here as soon as possible, I should say. I know just how he feels," said Graeme, with a laugh. "Looks a bit different from what he did the first time he came."
"That's Mrs. Pixley on the side seat," said Margaret, and they waved their welcomes.
There were two ladies on the side seat, and both stood up and waved vigorously in reply.