"What delightful times you all seem to have here," he went on. "Do you know I think this is a most charming place, quite an Elysium." Jean's soft eyes lighted up with pleasure.
"I am so glad you like it, but I fear you will find very little to interest you in so sleepy a place."
Farr was about to make answer in words of conventional flattery, but something in the girl's tone of sincerity and good faith deterred him and impelled him to reply in kind.
"But I assure you I am delighted with it. You know we knock about a good deal, and some of our stations are almost unendurable. We have been on the Sound for several months now, and this is to me by far the pleasantest place in which we have cast anchor."
"It does my heart good to hear you say that," she rejoined naïvely, "for naturally Hetherford is very dear to us."
"You have lived here all your life, Miss Lawrence?"
"Ever since I was a wee little girl. Of course we have been away from time to time, but we are always glad to get back again."
"I can well understand your feeling so, although I have had very little of home life myself." Farr sighed as he uttered these last words.
Jean looked at him with gentle sympathy. "You say that sadly," she said.
"Do I?" He turned on his elbow, and his grave eyes met hers. His next words were prompted by a sudden unwonted impulse. "Perhaps I will tell you about it some day."