CHAPTER III.
A CONFESSION OF FAITH "Are you ready ?" he said, recovering himself from the pleasing shock of this serge-draped vision of the mist.
"Yes," said Beatrice.

"You must head straight out to sea for a little--not too far, for if we get beyond the shelter of Rumball Point we might founder in the rollers--there are always rollers there--then steer to the left.

I will tell you when.

And, Mr.Bingham, please be careful of the paddle; it has been spliced, and won't bear rough usage." "All right," he answered, and they started gaily enough, the light canoe gliding swiftly forward beneath his sturdy strokes.
Beatrice was leaning back with her head bent a little forward, so that he could only see her chin and the sweet curve of the lips above it.

But she could see all his face as it swayed towards her with each motion of the paddle, and she watched it with interest.