"No, never mind—I thought you might like it, it's such a nice evening—but you're busy—"
"No, I have time enough, I'll just get my cloak."
But now his sensitive face showed distress, and he protested:
"I'd rather not—really. I know you don't like the boat so very much, only I thought.... I'll go myself."
He moved toward the door.
"Perhaps Timothy would like to go—"
"No, he won't—but no matter, I rather like to drift around, alone, and look at the water."
"Shall I play to you a little, first?" asked Mary.
His face lighted up.
"Why, yes—if you have time—"