"Yes! I suppose you are going to your house."
"Yes," and Robert walked slowly back along the way he had come, Miss Shipton accompanying him, for it was the way home. When they came to the corner, however, they both, without noticing it, went eastward, and not to the town.
"Should you like to be a sailor, Mr. Trevanion?" said Miss Shipton, catching sight of the fishing vessels over the low sea-beaten hedge.
"No, I think not. At least it would depend——"
"Depend on what?"
"I should not like to be away for weeks during the North Sea fishing, if——"
"If it were very cold?"
"Oh, no; that is not what I meant—if I had a wife at home who cared for me and watched for me!"
"Really, Mr. Trevanion, if you were a fisherman you would not take things so seriously. It would all come as a matter of course. Yon would be busy with your nets, and have no time to think of her."
"But she might think of me."