Go ahead." The time dragged for John Brown after his superior's departure.

There was work enough to be done, but he did not feel like doing it.

He wandered around the house and lights, gloomy, restless and despondent.
Occasionally he glanced at the clock.
It was a beautiful afternoon, just the afternoon for a swim, and he was debarred from swimming, not only that day, but for all the summer days to come.

No matter what Seth's new secret might be, it was surely not connected with the female sex, and Brown would be true to the solemn compact between them.

He could not bathe in the cove because Miss Graham would be there.
At four o'clock he stood in the shadow of the light tower looking across the cove.