Will that content you ?" Sigurd smiled vacantly and shook his head.

He looked at the pansies wistfully and laid them down very gently on one of the deck benches.
"I must go," he said in a faint voice:--"She is calling me." "Who is calling you ?" demanded Errington astonished.
"She is," persisted Sigurd, walking steadily to the gangway.

"I can hear her! There are the roses to water, and the doves to feed, and many other things." He looked steadily at Sir Philip, who, seeing he was bent on departure, assisted him to descend the companion ladder into his little boat.

"You are sure you will not sail away ?" Errington balanced himself lightly on the ladder and smiled.
"I am sure, Sigurd! I have no wish to sail away.

Are you all right there ?" He spoke cheerily, feeling in his own mind that it was scarcely safe for a madman to be quite alone in a cockle-shell of a boat on a deep Fjord, the shores of which were indented with dangerous rocks as sharp as the bristling teeth of fabled sea-monsters, but Sigurd answered him almost contemptuously.
"All right!" he echoed.