While they were crossing the Arm, Armour looked thoughtfully from the flowers at his feet across to the Pinewood beach where Mrs. Colonibel was walking up and down in the warm sunlight.
“Suppose the Indian is right,” he said jestingly, “what new calamity do you suppose is overshadowing us?”
“The postponement of our marriage.”
“No, Vivienne; this day fortnight we shall be away from here.”
“Ah, yes; do not let us think of the contrary,” she said wistfully. Then wishing to change the subject she continued, “Flora seems quiet and distraite lately.”
“She is ashamed of herself. I think that she is going to be a better woman in the future.”
“She does not seem unhappy,” said Vivienne thoughtfully.
“No, nor does she make you unhappy; if she did——”
“You would forgive her,” said Vivienne quickly. “How fortunate for Valentine that she will be here while we are away; and she must not leave when we come back.”
“She will not; you need not fear. She is too comfortable here, and while she is agreeable to you she may stay.”