“It will be very pleasant,” she said, without looking at him. “It’s moonlight now.”
“Oh, I sha’n’t have any use for the moon. I shall get over before nightfall, if this breeze holds.”
She tried to think of something else, and to get away from this talk of a sail to Leyden, but she fatally answered, “I saw your boat this afternoon. I hadn’t noticed before that it was still here.”
He hesitated a moment, and then asked, “Did you happen to notice the dory?”
“Yes, it was drawn up on the sand.”
“I suppose it’s all right—if it’s in the same place.”
“It seemed to be,” she answered faintly.
“I’m going to give the boat to Johnson.”
She did not say anything, for she could think of nothing to say, but that she had looked for seals on the reef, but had not seen any, and this would have been too shamelessly leading. That left the word to him, and he asked timidly,—
“I hope my coming don’t seem intrusive, Miss Breen?”