Again the cathedral clock boomed.
“See how I’ve kept you from your own affairs!” cried Miss Polly contritely. “What are you going to do now? Go back to your mountains?”
“Yes. As soon as you tell me that your father will go out by the reefs.”
“Do you expect him to make up his mind, on five minutes’ notice, to abandon his yacht?”
“I thought great magnates were supposed to be men of instant and unalterable decisions. I don’t know the type.”
“Anyway, dad has gone out. I saw him drive away. Wouldn’t to-morrow do?”
“Why, yes; I suppose so.”
“I’ll tell you. The Voice will report at the rock to-morrow, at four.”
“No.”
“What a very uncompromising ‘no’!”