They had reached the mouth of the cave. The rehearsal, well started at last, was going on in a serious and orderly way. Old Bunce's boat had reached the pool and was made fast to the rocks. Her cargo was being landed. Mrs. Eames shouted orders from the top of the rock off which she had dived on the day when Sir Evelyn first met her. The superfluous people and all the children were herded together under the charge of Mary Lambert, who prevented their interfering with the performance. Sir Evelyn, perched somewhat perilously beside Mrs. Eames, was looking on with satisfaction. Everybody was too busy and too deeply interested to take any notice of Beth and Jimmy when they came from the depths of the cave. "Beth," said Jimmy, "I'm quite serious this time." "So am I," said Beth. "I like you, Jimmy. I've always liked you; but I'm not going to marry a man who---- But I've told you all that a dozen times." "You have," said Jimmy, "and I quite see your point. I'm a rotter, a footering butterfly, perching on the flowers of life instead of gathering honey like a good, laborious bee. I don't go in for work and all that sort of piffle. That's it, isn't it, Beth? That's what you say." "Look at Aunt Agatha," said Beth, "married to a man who doesn't do anything, who just sits and moons and dreams." "Hang it all, Beth, you can't think I'd spend my life shut up in a church if you married me. I'm not that sort at all." "You'd spend your life playing about with motor-cars and things," she said. "And, Jimmy, dear, can't you see that I couldn't bear to be married to a man who didn't do anything?" "I quite grasp that," said Jimmy. "Then why go on worrying me? For it does worry me." "I'm not going to worry you, Beth. What I want to do is to propose----" "I won't be proposed to again to-day." "I'm not going to propose in that sense of the word," said Jimmy. "I'm going to make a proposition. Suppose I go off now and unearth that smuggler's ghost, find out what he's at and why. Would you count that doing something? Something useful? Hang it all, Beth, I think you ought to. The old knights and fellows of that sort who went about killing dragons and giants were looked upon as most valuable members of society and the most conscientious girls were delighted to marry them. If I get rid of a ghost---- You may say what you like, Beth, but a ghost in a small village is a regular pest, much worse than most dragons. If I collar the malignant spirit of that smuggler and stop him throwing stones it'll be something done, won't it? A jolly sight more useful thing really than being chairman of a committee for infant welfare, which is the sort of thing you think I ought to do. If I smother that ghost, Beth, will you marry me?" "I'll--I'll think about it, Jimmy." Chapter XIV "Very well," said Jimmy, "come up to the church." "The church?" "You suggested going to the church before we explored the cave. What's wrong about going there now?"