"Mr.De la Borne and Lord Ronald have asked me to marry them, of course, but then every young man does that when he knows who I am.

My stepmother has promised me at least that I shall not be bothered by any of them just yet.

I am going to be presented next season, we are going to have a house in town, and I am going to choose a husband of my own." It was Andrew now who looked long and steadily out seawards.

She watched him covertly from under her heavily lidded eyes.
"Mr.Andrew," she said softly, "I wish very much--" Then she stopped short, and he looked at her a little abruptly.
"What is it that you wish ?" he asked.
"I wish that you did not wear such strange clothes and that you did not talk the dialect of these fishermen, and that you had more money.

Then you too might come and see me, might you not, when we have that house in London ?" He laughed boisterously.
"I fancy I see myself in London, paying calls," he declared.