Great Britain -- Social life and customs -- Juvenile fiction; Love stories; Women -- Juvenile fiction
"And after a voyage to India, too! How funny! I am not a bit afraid,
and I have never been out of England in my life. Are you afraid of
being drowned?" chimed in Mellicent, with an air of superiority which
goaded Peggy past endurance.
"I was not thinking of myself. It is possible sometimes to be nervous
for another," she blurted out, and the next moment wished her tongue had
been bitten off before she had uttered such a rash remark; for what
could Rob think, or his companions either, but that the person for whom
she was anxious was present among them? They had not heard Mrs
Asplin's words of entreaty, or seen the strained expression on her face
as she murmured, "Remember, dear! Oh, be sure to remember!"
She turned and walked along the shore by herself, clasping her hands in
a passion of longing and pity.
"I gave her my promise, and I'll keep it, whatever they think. It will
be my fault if anything goes wrong. I know, and they don't!"
It was one o'clock before the island was reached, for the row out took a
long time, despite the fact that the amateur oarsmen were all fairly
proficient at their work. Even the professor pulled with a will, while
to see haughty Hector in his shirt sleeves, with his hair matted on his
forehead, was indeed a novel experience. Arthur was stroke, and
Mellicent sat in front and coached him in his duty, to the amusement of
the company and his own unspeakable delight, and Eunice dabbled her hand
in the water, and sent little showers of spray tossing up into the air.
Every now and then, when Arthur made a reply to Eunice more professedly
deferential than usual, her eyes met his, and they smiled at each
other--that smile of happy, mutual understanding which had grown common
between them in the last few months. Peggy intercepted one of the
glances, and felt at once rejoiced and sorrowful; rejoiced because it
was good to see Arthur started on the way she would have him go,
sorrowful because she realised, as many another had done before her,
that his gain must also be her loss, and that just in proportion as
Eunice became necessary to him her own importance must decrease.
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