n below and I didn't know who it might be.
I wasn't aware, Mr. Wilson, you had visitors."

"No more have I," said Godfrey lightly. "Miss Raby has just come with
a message from Miss Wilson. I suppose you can't lend her an umbrella,
Miss Armitage? I have to hurry away to the promenade with both mine.
Miss Temple and Miss Panton are waiting for me there." He turned to
Caroline. "I'm afraid I must hurry away. Good night."

As he went off. Miss Armitage said somewhat grudgingly: "If you wait a
minute, I dare say I can find you an old umbrella some visitors left
here in the summer."

"Please don't bother. I'm neither sugar nor salt," said Caroline
pleasantly. "Good night, Miss Armitage."

And her happy tone was not all put on; because though the tangle and
bitterness would come back again before the morning, she could realize
nothing in the world now but the triumphant answer to that question she
had wanted to ask during all those hours when she looked at the waves
without seeing them and heard their moaning only inside her heart.

_Chapter XVIII_

_Uprooting_

Mrs. Bradford and Miss Ethel came out of the Cottage and walked through
the garden in which--on so many windy, sunshiny mornings--they had done
a little weeding or planting before they went to shop in the long
street, where everybody knew them and everybody treated them with
respect. "Yes, Miss Wilson. I'll be sure to let you have the middle
cut, ma'am. Beautiful day for the time of year." But now there was a
"Take it or leave it" attitude which grated very much on Miss Ethel's
susceptibilities as she gave her small orders, and she felt thankful
there was no shopping to be done on this particular morning. All the
same, the errand on which she actually was bent made the way as painful
to her as if she had been treading on sharp stones.

"I think Godfrey might have gone over the house with us, as he
promised, instead of just leaving the key," she said.

"Did Caroline take the key in? I suppose there was no message?" said
Mrs. Bradford.

"No: she said not. I asked her." Miss Ethel paused. "I thought there
was something rather funny in her manner."

"What! You don't think there is anything in what the Grahams said?"
exclaimed Mrs. Bradford, speaking far more alertly than usual.

"Of course I don't," said Miss Ethel.

"But Mr. Graham is sure he saw Godfrey go up to Caroline at the Gala on
the promenade the minute our backs were turne