“You mustn’t do that,” begged Champney, laying the field-glass on the rock.
“Why not?” demanded Frances.
“Because I have something to say to you,” said Champney.
Silence and apparent interest in the view on the part of Frances.
“Do you know,” asked Champney, “that I planned to be away for only two months?”
“Yes.”
“And that I have been over here more than eight?”
“Oh, not so long as that,” denied Frances.
“Eight months and four days.”
“How quickly the time has gone!”