Suddenly she was startled from her reverie by hearing Geoffrey call her name, and she saw him on the rocks below her.
He looked more than pleased at getting so good a chance to see her alone.
"Ah, Lord Brompton," she said, coldly, looking at him, but not inviting him to come up by her. "What has brought you out here?"
"You. I was on my way to make a call upon you, and just as I reached the top of the cliff I saw you on the beach, talking with a fisherman. May I come up to you?"
Maggie glanced down at him, and saw that he was dressed with more than ordinary care; in spite of her hard feelings toward him she could not help smiling at the thought that he had been prinking all the morning to look well when he came courting.
Geoffrey saw her smile, and started to climb up to her side.
"There is not room up here for two, I am afraid," she said in a determined voice.
"I will sit on the sharpest edge of the rock," pleaded Geoffrey.
"It would make me uncomfortable to see you suffer, just as it would to see anything in pain," she added hastily. "What did it matter to her," she thought, "whether Lord Brompton suffered or not?"
"I would not suffer when I am near you," said Geoffrey, a little plaintively, wondering why he was treated so badly.