When they were not sailing they were back in the orchard out of sight of the house, or were walking together nobody knew where.

Often Bart would call for her immediately after breakfast, and the two would pack a lunch-basket and be gone all day, Lucy arranging the details of the outing, and Bart entering into them with a dash and an eagerness which, to a man of his temperament, cemented the bond between them all the closer.

Had they been two fabled denizens of the wood--she a nymph and he a dryad--they could not have been more closely linked with sky and earth.
As for Jane, she watched the increasing intimacy with alarm.

She had suddenly become aroused to the fact that Lucy's love affair with Bart was going far beyond the limits of prudence.

The son of Captain Nathaniel Holt, late of the Black Ball Line of packets, would always be welcome as a visitor at the home, the captain being an old and tried friend of her father's; but neither Bart's education nor prospects, nor, for that matter, his social position--a point which usually had very little weight with Jane--could possibly entitle him to ask the hand of the granddaughter of Archibald Cobden in marriage.