"If you recall that at all clearly, you will also remember that the fault was not mine, but Ukridge"s."
"Well?"
"It was his behaviour that annoyed Professor Derrick. The position, then, was this, that I was to be cut off from the pleasantest friendship I had ever formed----"
I stopped for a moment. She bent a little lower over her easel, but remained silent.
"----Simply through the tactlessness of a prize idiot."
"I like Mr. Ukridge."
"I like him, too. But I can"t pretend that he is anything but an idiot at times."
"Well?"
"I naturally wished to mend matters. It occurred to me that an excellent way would be by doing your father a service. It was seeing him fishing that put the idea of a boat-accident into my head. I hoped for a genuine boat-accident. But those things only happen when one does not want them. So I determined to engineer one."
"You didn"t think of the shock to my father."
"I did. It worried me very much."
"But you upset him all the same."
"Reluctantly."
She looked up, and our eyes met. I could detect no trace of forgiveness in hers.
"You behaved abominably," she said.
"I played a risky game, and I lost. And I shall now take the consequences. With luck I should have won. I did not have luck, and I am not going to grumble about it. But I am grateful to you for letting me explain. I should not have liked you to have gone on thinking that I played practical jokes on my friends. That is all I have to say. I think it was kind of you to listen. Good-bye, Miss Derrick."
I got up.
"Are you going?"
"Why not?"
"Please sit down again."
"But you wish to be alone----"
"Please sit down!"
There was a flush on the cheek turned towards me, and the chin was tilted higher.
I sat down.
To westward the sky had changed to the hue of a bruised cherry. The sun had sunk below the horizon, and the sea looked cold and leaden. The blackbird had long since flown.
"I am glad you told me, Mr. Garnet."
She dipped her brush in the water.
"Because I don"t like to think badly of--people."
She bent her head over her painting.
"Though I still think you behaved very wrongly. And I am afraid my father will never forgive you for what you did."
Her father! As if he counted.
"But you do?" I said eagerly.
"I think you are less to blame than I thought you were at first."
"No more than that?"
"You can"t expect to escape all consequences. You did a very stupid thing."
"I was tempted."
The sky was a dull grey now. It was growing dusk. The gra.s.s on which I sat was wet with dew.
I stood up.
"Isn"t it getting a little dark for painting?" I said. "Are you sure you won"t catch cold? It"s very damp."
"Perhaps it is. And it is late, too."
She shut her paint-box, and emptied the little mug on to the gra.s.s.
"May I carry your things?" I said.
I think she hesitated, but only for a moment.
I possessed myself of the camp-stool, and we started on our homeward journey.
We were both silent. The spell of the quiet summer evening was on us.
""And all the air a solemn stillness holds,"" she said softly. "I love this cliff, Mr. Garnet. It"s the most soothing place in the world."
"I found it so this evening."
She glanced at me quickly.
"You"re not looking well," she said. "Are you sure you are not overworking yourself?"
"No, it"s not that."