Had he forgotten Waif? No! he told himself. A thousand times, No! He was grateful to her; he was interested in her; he pitied the girl from his heart; but hers was not the whisper that seemed floating on the night breeze in his ear, and it was a pair of blue eyes that peered at him out of the twilight gloom whichever way he turned. Blue eyes, calm, deep, and beautiful as the summer sky and the summer sea. We ought to be ashamed of ourselves, but, alas! there is too much truth in the adage, "We always believe our first love is our last, and our last love our first!" John Garnet was like the rest of mankind. Still, it had not come to that yet. So pleasant an introduction, and under such conditions, soon ripened into something more than acquaintance. It was not long before John Garnet and Nelly Carew became fast friends. They were surprised to find how many tastes they had, how many sympathies and ideas, in common. Sitting together on that bare ledge of rock amongst the sand, though a week ago they had been utter strangers, each seemed to have known the other for years. When a man and his wife are silent while together, they have generally quarrelled and are not going to make up; but when two young people of opposite sexes, who have never broached the subject of matrimony, sit together out-of-doors without opening their lips, there is strong likelihood that they are progressing insensibly towards that holy state in which they will have a legal right to hate each other as much as they please! It may be that she was the one who felt their silence most irksome, but the girl broke it at last with the following feminine piece of injustice: "How dull you _must_ find it here, after the life you've been accustomed to! I'm sure I wonder you don't have a fit of the spleen. I've heard grandfather say he felt it dreadfully at first." "Mistress Carew," he answered--while the blue eyes shot a reproachful glance, that almost said, why don't you call me Nelly?--"Mistress Carew, I am _not_ your grandfather!" "You've been grave enough," she replied, with a little nervous laugh, "this while past, to be anybody's grandfather. I've been wondering what you could see down Channel yonder that seemed to take up all your attention!" This ought to have been encouraging. She was watching him, then, following the direction of his eyes, trying to make out his thoughts. Strange to say, John Garnet, usually so debonair and ready of speech, seemed at a loss for a reply. "I was wondering"--he hesitated and looked down, while Nelly, whose work had been idly folded in her lap, began plying her needle very fast--"I was wondering whether it could really be less than a week since I first came to Porlock?" She had been pondering the same marvel herself, but took care not to express her astonishment. "It's not--not at all the kind of place you expected, is it?" Nelly thought it strange that her heart should beat, and her breath come quick, in asking so simple a question.