"Well, I don't, and that's a fact, Mr. Evert. In the _mornin_' it's all very well; but in the _evenin_', I've noticed, the motive's apt to be mixed, it's pretty generally who you come home with. My mother used to say to Lovina (that was my sister) and me, 'Girls, in the evenin's I _don't_ like to have you go loblolloping down to meetin' and straddlin' up the aisle. It ain't real godliness; it's just purtense, and everybody knows it.' And she was quite right, Mr. Evert--quite." And having thus expressed herself at much greater length than was usual with her, Celestine resumed her labors, and raised such a dust that the man (whom she still considered quite a young lad) was glad to beat a retreat. He went to the east piazza, and seated himself with a book in his hand; but his eyes followed the sail which was moving slowly down the harbor towards Patricio. Fifteen minutes later Margaret Harold, coming through the long window, found him there. By this time the sail was gone, only the bare mast could be seen; Lucian and his companion had landed on Patricio. "They are going to see Madam Ruiz," said Margaret. "No," replied Winthrop; "if they had been going there, they would have stopped this side, at the landing." "It would amuse Garda more to stop on the ocean side. It's the only thing she plans for--amusement." "I can see no especial entertainment in it; it will simply be that he will have hard work to get the boat off." "That is what will amuse her--to see him work hard." "He won't enjoy it!" "But she will." "You knew they were going?" said Winthrop, taking up his book again. "I was passing the plaza landing, and happened to see them start." "Did they tell you they were going to see Madam Ruiz?" "They were too far off to speak to me, they were just passing the end of the pier. No; but when I saw they had landed (I have been watching them from my window) I knew of course that they were going there." "There's no 'of course' with Lucian Spenser!" answered Winthrop. He got up, took the glass which was hanging on a nail behind him, and turned it towards the point of Patricio. "They're not going towards the Ruiz plantation at all," he said; "they're walking southward, down the beach." He put the glass back in its case, closed it, replaced it on the nail, and sat down again. "I am surprised that Mrs. Carew should have allowed Garda to go," he went on, after a moment. "She's staying with Mrs. Carew, isn't she?--she's always staying with some one now." "She is staying with Mrs. Carew till to-morrow only. Mrs. Carew likes Lucian Spenser immensely, she tells every one how much she likes him." "I don't think that has anything to do with it--Mrs. Carew's admirations," responded Winthrop. "He's an irresponsible sort of fellow," he added, speaking with moderation. He was not moderate, but he often spoke with moderation. On the present occasion he felt that he might have said much more.