“I know. I was stupid. My friend Ellett came pretty near to having a grave case of the malady soon after I first knew him, but he was cured easily with the tenth dilution of a sarcasm.”
“Were you the doctor?”
“I was. I hope you liked him, Miss Lyndsay. I like my friend to be liked by—by every one.”
“You meant to say, by your friends,” she returned, with pretty frankness. “You have committed the folly of making a large addition to your list.”
“And I may include Miss Rose Lyndsay?” he said, as he stood up.
“That goes without saying.”
“But I want it with the saying.”
“Then you have it,” and she gave her hand for good-by, and he went away. At the cliff edge he paused.
“I shall be dreadfully disappointed if we do not get the fishing.”
“But I think we shall.”