A fortnight passed away and Merefleet was still at the hotel at Old Silverstrand.

Mab was there also, the idol of the fisher-folk, and an unfailing source of interest and admiration to casual visitors at the hotel.
Merefleet, though he had become a privileged acquaintance, was still wholly unenlightened with regard to the circumstances which had brought her to the place under Seton's escort.
As time went on, it struck Merefleet that these two were a somewhat incongruous couple.

They dined together and they usually boated together in the afternoon--this last item on account of Mab's passion for the sea; but beyond this they lived considerably apart.

Neither seemed to seek the other's society, and if they met at lunch, it was never by preconceived arrangement.
Merefleet saw more of Mab when she was ashore than Seton did.

They would meet on the quay, in old Quiller's cottage, or in the hotel-garden, several times a day.