If they had let me finish the season it would have been all right." Forrest walked restlessly across the room, and stood for a moment looking out of the window.

Outside, the wind had suddenly changed.

The sunshine had departed, and a grey fog was blowing in from the sea.

He turned away with a shiver.
"What a cursed place this is!" he muttered.

"I've half a mind even now to turn my back upon it and to run." The Princess watched his pale face scornfully.
"I thought, Nigel," she said, "that you were a more reasonable person.
Remember that if we show the white feather now, it is the end of everything--the Colonies, if you like, or a little cheap watering-place at the best.