Lawrence spoke mechanically. Presently he asked, "Shall I put the boat about?"
"I think you might better."
"Yes; of course we'll go back directly."
Another silence. Lawrence made no movement to turn. Then he coldly suggested that, now they were out, they might as well run across the bay. To this there was no reply.
After awhile Prudence asked softly, leaning near, that she might be heard, "I hope you're not too unhappy because you happen to be with me; are you?"
"No."
"You know I'm not to blame. You know I didn't plan it."
"I know that."
The boat went on. Neither of the two spoke for a long time. Then Lawrence put a question. "Are you miserable?"
"No."