"And do you like the sea?"
"Sometimes. On an evening like this, for instance, I could sit for hours looking at it, and listening to the low murmur of the waves. But in the winter I rarely come out on the cliffs."
"I have never seen the sea real mad," she said, reflectively; "but I expect I shall if I stay here long enough."
"Do you expect to stay long?" he questioned. If she asked questions he did not see why he might not.
"Well, I guess I shall stay in England a good many months anyhow," she answered slowly, and with an unmistakable accent; and she turned away her eyes, and a faint wave of colour tinged her pale cheeks.
He would have liked to have asked her a good many other questions, but he felt he had gone far enough.
"I fear I shall have to go back now," she said at length, without looking at him, "or they'll all be wondering what has become of me."
"You could not easily get lost in a place like this," he said, with a laugh.
"No, nobody would kidnap me," she said, arching her eyebrows.
"No, I don't think so," he answered in a tone that was half-mirthful, half-serious.