Bettina was beginning to be a little afraid of the future. It was not that she did not love Anthony—why, Anthony was the best man in the whole wide world. But everybody expected so much of her, and she was not quite sure that she should come up to the full measure of their expectations.
As she came down the stairs, Justin was waiting for her.
"Oh, you little beauty," his heart whispered; "you little white and gold beauty."
She had twisted her hair low on her neck, and her delicate lace mantle fell about her like folded gossamer wings.
"We will sit in the library," she said. "I have had a fire built. It is so damp and foggy outside. Sophie said you had to come in early from your sail on account of it."
"We came near not coming in at all," Justin told her. "Doris was terribly scared. But Mrs. Martens was as cool as possible. It's rather risky business outside on such a day. The rocks are like needle points under the water."
"I'm a terrible coward."
"You only think you are. When are you going to fly with me?"
He had placed a chair for her by the fire, and stood leaning over the back of it.