all about it by and by. At present I suppose
you are returning to your hotel."
A quick look of pain and disappointment passed over her face as she
turned to him for a moment with something of entreaty in her eyes.
"I came to see you," she said. "But perhaps you have an engagement. I
do not wish to take up any of your time: if you please I will go back
alone to--"
"Now, Sheila," he said with a smile, and with the old friendly look
she knew so well, "you must not talk like that to me. I won't have it.
You know I came down to Brighton because you asked me to come; and my
time is altogether at your service."
"And you have no engagement just now?" said Sheila with her face
brightening.
"No."
"And you will take me down to the shore to see the boats and the nets?
Or could we go out and run along the coast for a few miles? It is a
very good wind."
"Oh, I should be very glad," said Ingram slowly. "I should be
delighted. But, you see, wouldn't your husband think it--wouldn't he,
you know--wouldn't it seem just a little odd to him if you were to go
away like that?"
"He is to go riding with Mrs. Lorraine," said Sheila quite simply. "He
does not want me."
"Of course you told him you were coming to see--you were going to call
at the Old Ship?"
"Yes. And I am sure he would not be surprised if I did not return for
a long time."
"Are you quite sure, Sheila?"
"Yes, I am quite sure."
"Very well. Now I shall tell you what I am going to do with you. I
shall first go and bribe some mercenary boatman to let us have one
of those small sailing boats committed to our own exclusive charge.
I shall constitute you skipper and pilot of the craft, and hold you
responsible for my safety. I shall smoke a pipe to prepare me for
whatever may befall."
"Oh no," said Sheila. "You must work very hard, and I will see if you
remember all that I taught you in the Lewis. And if we can have some
long lines, we might get some fish. Will they pay more than thirty
shillings for their long lines in this country?"
"I don't know," said Ingram. "I believe most of the fishermen here
live upon the shillings they get from passers-by after a little
conversation about the weather and their hard lot in life; so that one
doesn't talk to them more than one can help."
"But why do they need the money? Are there no fish?"
"I don't know that, either. I suppose there is some good fishing in
the winter, and sometimes in the summer they get so
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