Eyebrows were raised and silent winks exchanged among the human sparrows lining the rails.
"So Master Jack came to see Miss Trevillion, eh? What would her ladyship say if she heard that?"
"Why not come with us?" The audacity of her!
"By Jove," he agreed, "that would be jolly. Look here. Wait two minutes until I scribble a line to the mater—"
"Nothing of the sort, Jack," interposed the other girl quietly, taking from his arm the water-proof cloaks he was carrying for her. "You know Lady Margaret would be very angry, and with very good reason. Moreover, dad would be annoyed, too."
"The old girl is going out this afternoon," he protested.
"And she expects you to go with her. Now, Jack, don't let us quarrel before we have met for five minutes. We will see you tomorrow."
He helped her down the stone steps.
"Enid," he murmured, "Connie and you must promise to drive with me to Morvah in the morning. I will call for you at eleven sharp."
"What a pity you can't sail out to the rock with us today. Tomorvah is so distant."