"In two or three days at furthest now. The ketch is already loaded and I tarry only from hour to hour."
"May the ketch and all your other ventures come safe to shore!" said Brent, rising and taking the hand of Huntoon.
"Mistress Neville, I will see you again before my return to St. Gabriel's, and charge myself with any message you may wish to send."
With this adieu the Governor took his leave. The young people, who had risen with him, still stood facing each other in silence, now that they were alone.
"Why do you not take a chair once more?" asked Peggy, fingering the border of her flowered lawn apron.
"I have not been asked," Huntoon responded.
"I feared to detain you from business of more importance," murmured the little hypocrite.
"Mistress Neville," said Romney, "I have known you but seven days."
"Is it really so long?" asked Peggy, demurely looking out at him from behind the protecting curtain of her long lashes.