"Yes; it looks like a change."
"Would you like to be moving, Addie? Have you had enough of the sea? We've had a pleasant fortnight here, and splendid weather for the season. If you'd like to begin moving slowly homeward, I'm quite ready."
"Very well; let us move before the storm then."
"I'll write to-day to Nutsgrove to prepare them for our arrival at the end of the week."
"Thank you. That will be very nice."
He walks slowly to the door, hesitates for a moment, then returns to where she sits toying with her spoon.
"You—you bear me no ill-will, Addie? We—we are friends still, are we not?"
"Oh, yes, I suppose so—whatever you like!" she answers coldly. "You have taken upon yourself the definition of our relationship; let us be friends certainly, if you think it judicious."
He looks at her for a moment with frowning brow, then says shortly—
"That is all I have to say. We understand each other, I think, at last."