He retraced his steps to the sitting-room.
"I am afraid," he said, "that it will not be possible to take you back to-night.

The sea is still too rough for my boat, and shows no sign of going down." She clapped her hands.
"I am very glad," she declared frankly.

"I would very much rather stay here than go back.

Shall we go and see what there is for dinner?
I can cook quite well.

I learnt at the convent, but I have never had a chance to really try what I can do." He smiled.
"Well," he said, "you can do exactly what you like with the contents of my larder, but so far as I am concerned, I must go." "Go ?" she repeated wonderingly.