Marie did not take him seriously. She was not used to being made love to. She just looked upon him as a boy.
"Why, of course I will! And there's something you can do for me now, if you will—see if there are any letters."
"Of course!" He was off in an instant, and Marie looked across the garden, hoping desperately that Chris would see she was alone and return.
But he was laughing and talking with Mrs. Heriot and an elderly man and a little chill feeling of unwantedness stole into her heart.
Would life always be like this? she asked herself, and closed her eyes with a sudden feeling of dread.
Supposing she had been drowned! Supposing Feathers had not been in time after all!
53 She tried to believe that Chris would have been brokenhearted, but she knew the folly of such a belief. He would have been sorry, of course, for they had known one another so long—been such pals, in the past, at any rate!
"A penny for your thoughts," said Feathers beside her, and she looked up with a little half-sigh.
"You will be angry with me if I tell you."
"I shall not! Am I ever angry with you?"