'Yes; but that was not enough. We do not ask people into our houses unless we know something about them.' 'I could see that you were a gentleman.' 'You are very good to think so. Let me try to justify that belief. But, Armorel, seriously, there are thieves and rogues and wicked men in the world. Some of these may come to Scilly. Do not ask another stranger. Believe me, it is dangerous. As for me, you have shown me your flower-farm and have entertained me hospitably: let me thank you and take my departure.' 'Go away? Take your departure? Why?' Armorel looked ready to cry. 'You have only just come. You have seen nothing.' 'Do you wish me to stay another night?' 'Of course I do. What is it, Roland Lee? You have got something on your mind. Why should you not stay?' 'I should like somebody,' he replied, weakly, 'to approve. If the Ancestress, or even Dorcas, or Chessun herself, would approve----' 'Why, of course Dorcas approves. She says it is the best thing in the world for me to have someone here to talk to. She said so yesterday evening, and again this morning.' 'In that case, Armorel, and since it is so delightful here--and so new--and since you are so kind, I will stay one more day.' He remembered his friend's warning, and the grumpiness which he showed on the way back. His conscience smote him, but not severely. He would be very careful. And, after all, she was but a child. He would just stay the one day and make a sketch or two. Then he would go away. 'That is settled, then. One more day--or, perhaps, one more week, or a month, or a year,' she said, laughing. 'And now, before Peter is ready, I must leave you for ten minutes, because I have to make a cake for your tea this evening. As for dinner, we shall have that in the boat, or on one of the islands. It is my business, you know, to make the puddings and the cakes.' 'Armorel--you shall not. I would rather go without.' 'You shall certainly not go without a cake. Why, I like to make things. It would be dull here indeed if I had not got things to do all day long.' 'Do you not find it dull sometimes, even with things to do?' 'Perhaps. Sometimes. I suppose we are all of us tempted to be discontented at times, even when we have so many blessings as I enjoy.' Armorel was young enough, you see, to talk the language of her nurses and serving-women. 'How do you get through the day?' 'I get up at six o'clock, except in winter, when it is too dark. I have a run with Jack after breakfast; we run up the hill and down the other side--round Porth Bay, just to see the waves beating on White Island Ledge, where you very nearly----' 'Very nearly,' Roland echoed, 'but for you.' 'Then we run up Bryher Hill and stand on the carn just for Jack to bark at the north wind.' 'Sometimes it rains.'