"She thinks she does."
"She won't if she is ever really in love."
He glanced at her. "Then you believe in the desert island?"
"I think I do——"
She stood up. "Did you feel a drop of rain? And Grandfather is waving."
The Admiral on the porch of the closed Lodge was calling to them to come under shelter.
It was a gentle rain, and they decided to walk home in it. They went at a smart pace, which they moderated as Cope showed signs of fatigue. "It's a beastly nuisance," he said, "to give out. I wish you would go on ahead, and let me rest here——"
They rested with him. The two men talked, and Becky was rather silent. When they started on again, Cope said to her, "Are you tired? It is a long walk."
"No," she said, "I am not tired. And I have been thinking a lot about the things you said to me."
He was not a conceited man, and he was aware