Apparently she wanted him to go, and it seemed to him too small a thing to refuse.

Perhaps, also, he consulted his own inclination.
Seton dropped his distant manner after a time.

Nevertheless the impression of being under the young man's close observation lingered with Merefleet, and Mab herself seemed to feel a strain.

She grew almost silent till lunch was over, and then, recovering, she entered into a sprightly conversation with Merefleet.
They went down to the shore shortly after, and embarked in Quiller's boat.

Mab sat in the stern under a scarlet sunshade and talked gaily to her two companions.