I shall see you all at seven this evening." "Reply for us, Kate," whispered Loftus.

"Reply for us all, quickly." "Yes--we'll come," called Catherine across the water.
Beatrice smiled.

Her smile was of the sunniest.

It flashed back a look of almost love at Catherine.

Then she turned to walk up the steep steps which led from the quay to the little High Street.
"We ought not to go," instantly began Catherine.
Loftus stopped rowing, bent forward and put his hand across her mouth.
"Not another word," he said.