"That is not much of a compliment to him."
"Perhaps not, but that is what I thought."
"Are you always as candid as this to everyone, Mr. Dakers?"
"I am told so—that is partly why I am so unpopular; that and another reason."
"What other reason?"
He smiled grimly, looking down at her.
"My ugly face," he said.
She gave an indignant cry of protest. "Oh, you are not ugly! I will not allow you to say such a thing."
And she wondered why she had ever thought him ugly when they first met, and then again, why she no longer thought so.
"The morning I pulled you out of the water," Feathers said unemotionally, his eyes fixed on the sea, "a woman in the crowd made a remark which I shall always remember. What do you think it was?"