"But I know that Quiller the younger is under the impression that I have engaged him to row me out of the harbour and bring me back again.

And I don't see very well how I can cancel the engagement." Miss Ward nudged her cousin at this speech.
"Oh, if he isn't just quaint!" she said.

"Look here, Bert! You're running this show.

Tell Mr.Merefleet it's all fixed up, and if he won't come along with us he won't go at all, as we've got Quiller's boat!" Seton glanced up, slightly frowning.
"My dear Mab," he said, "allow Mr.Merefleet to please himself! The fact that you are willing to put your life in my hands day after day is no guarantee of my skill as a rower, remember." "Oh, skittles!" said Mab irrelevantly.
And Seton, meeting Merefleet's eyes, shrugged his shoulders as if disclaiming all further responsibility.
Mab leant forward.
"You'd better come, Mr.Merefleet," she said in a motherly tone.

"It'll be a degree more lively than mooning around by yourself." And Merefleet yielded, touched by something indescribable in the beautiful, glowing eyes that were lifted to his.