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His deep murmuring voice soothed her. And she thought suddenly
that there was peace and rest in the grave too.
She heard him say: "Look at my sister. She isn't a bad woman by any
means. She asks me here because it's right and proper, I suppose, but
she has no use for me. There you have your shore people. I quite
understand anybody crying. I would have been gone already, only, truth
to say, I haven't any friends to go to." He added brusquely: "And you?"
She made a slight negative sign. He must have been observing her,
putting two and two together. After a pause he said simply: "When I
first came here I thought you were governess to these girls. My sister
didn't say a word about you to me."
Then Flora spoke for the first time.
"Mrs. Fyne is my best friend."
"So she is mine," he said without the slightest irony or bitterness, but
added with conviction: "That shows you what life ashore is. Much better
be out of it."
As they were approaching the cottage he was heard again as though a long
silent walk had not intervened: "But anyhow I shan't ask her anything
about you.


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