g man.

He became articulate suddenly, and, without raising his voice, perfectly
audible.

"No use? No use! You dare stand here and tell me that--you white-faced
wisp, you wreath of mist, you little ghost of all the sorrow in the
world. You dare! Haven't I been looking at you? You are all eyes.
What makes your cheeks always so white as if you had seen something ...
Don't speak. I love it--No use! And you really think that I can now go
to sea for a year or more, to the other side of the world somewhere,
leaving you behind. Why! You would vanish ... what little there is of
you. Some rough wind will blow you away altogether. You have no
holding ground on earth. Well, then trust yourself to me--to the sea--
which is deep like your eyes."

She said: "Impossible." He kept quiet for a while, then asked in a
totally changed tone, a tone of gloomy curiosity:

"You can't stand me then? Is that it?"

"No," she said, more steady herself. "I am not thinking of you at all."

The inane voices of the Fyne girls were heard over the sombre fields
calling to each other, thin and clear. He muttered: "You could try to.
Unless you are thinking of somebody else."

"Yes. I am thinking of somebody else, of someone who has nobody to
think of him but me."

His shadowy form stepped out of her way, and suddenly leaned sideways
against the wooden support of the porch. And as she stood still,
surprised by this staggering movement, his voice spoke up in a tone
quite strange to her.

"Go in then. Go out of my sight--I thought you said nobody could love
you."

She was passing him when suddenly he struck her as so forlorn that she
was inspired to say: "No one has ever loved me--not in that way--if
that's what you mean. Nobody, would."

He detached himself brusquely from the post, and she did not shrink; but
Mrs Fyne and the girls were already at the gate.

All he understood was that everything was not over yet. There was no
time to lose; Mrs Fyne and the girls had come in at the gate. He
whispered "Wait" with such authority (he was the son of Carleon Anthony,
the domestic autocrat) that it did arrest her for a moment, long enough
to hear him say that he could not be left like this to puzzle over her
nonsense all night. She was to slip down again into the garden later
on, as soon as she could do so without being heard. He would be there
waiting for her till--till daylight. She didn't think he could go to
sleep, did