hould not the flag be dipped?' he said, looking up at the peak, where
the white flag streamed.
'Can you really mistake compassion for defeat?' said she, with a smile.
'Oh! before the wind of course I hadn't a chance.'
'How could you be so presumptuous as to give chase? And who has lent you
that little cutter?'
Beauchamp had hired her for a month, and he praised her sailing, and
pretended to say that the race was not always to the strong in a stiff
breeze.
'But in point' of fact I was bent on trying how my boat swims, and had no
idea of overhauling you. To-day our salt-water lake is as fine as the
Mediterranean.'
'Omitting the islands and the Mediterranean colour, it is. I have often
told you how I love it. I have landed papa at the Club. Are you aware
that we meet you at Steynham the day after to-morrow?'
'Well, we can ride on the downs. The downs between three and four of a
summer's morning are as lovely as anything in the world. They have the
softest outlines imaginable . . . and remind me of a friend's upper lip
when she deigns to smile.'
'Is one to rise at that hour to behold the effect? And let me remind you
further, Nevil, that the comparison of nature's minor work beside her
mighty is an error, if you will be poetical.'
She cited a well-known instance of degradation in verse.
But a young man who happens to be intimately acquainted with a certain
'dark eye in woman' will not so lightly be brought to consider that the
comparison of tempestuous night to the flashing of those eyes of hers
topples the scene headlong from grandeur. And if Beauchamp remembered
rightly, the scene was the Alps at night.
He was prepared to contest Cecilia's judgement. At that moment the breeze
freshened and the canvas lifted from due South the yacht swung her sails
to drive toward the West, and Cecilia's face and hair came out golden in
the sunlight. Speech was difficult, admiration natural, so he sat beside
her, admiring in silence.
She said a good word for the smartness of his little yacht.
'This is my first trial of her,' said Beauchamp. 'I hired her chiefly to
give Dr. Shrapnel a taste of salt air. I 've no real right to be idling
about. His ward Miss Denham is travelling in Switzerland; the dear old
man is alone, and not quite so well as I should wish. Change of scene
will do him good. I shall land him on the French coast for a couple of
days, or take him down Channel.'
Cecilia gazed abstractedly at a pa
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