The Argosy — page 352: what you’re looking at

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338 A Secret of the Sea. *¥ am not im the least tired ; but, being a good boy, I like to do as I am bidden.” Cunning Gerald knew that by floating down with the stream he should have half an hour more of Eleanor’s society than if he had used his oars ever so gently. ‘Going back is not nearly so nice as going up stream,” he remarked. ‘What makes you think so?” *‘ Because our voyage will so soon be at an end.” “But, when you have landed me, there will be no objection to your having the boat out for as many hours as you like.” ‘And make a water hermit of myself. I scarcely think that I am sufficiently fond of my own company to care for that. I like solitude, but I must have some one to share it with me. The sweetest solitude is that where two people, whose tastes and sympathies are in accord, shut themselves out from the rest of the world (as you and I are shut out on this silent highway) to find in the society of each other a truer and more complete satisfaction than in aught else this earth can offer.” ‘Is not that a rather selfish view to take of life and its duties?” asked Eleanor. ‘Ts it not possible to live in the world and yet be not of it?” he returned—“to do our daily tasks there, and yet have an inner sanctuary to flee to, of which no one but ourselves shall possess the key, and against whose walls the noise and turmoil of the world shall dash themselves in vain?” You would have to be very particular in your choice of a com- panion to share such a solitude with you, otherwise the demon of Ennui would soon make a third in your company.” ‘“Ennui can never intrude itself between two people whose tastes and sympathies thoroughly agree. Four times out of six ennu! means neither more nor less than vacuity of brain.” Eleanor laughed. ‘“ Next time I am troubled with it I shall know how to call it by its proper name.—I declare if there isn’t dear Lady Dudgeon looking out for us with a shawl over her head !” Her ladyship received them very graciously ; but then Mr. Pomeroy was a special favourite with her. ‘I am glad you have had the good sense to get back early,” she said. “The mnver-damps are said to be very dangerous after sunset.” Not the slightest suspicion of any possible danger to her protégt¢e ever entered her mind. Had anyone even hinted at such a thing, she would have replied indignantly that Miss Lloyd, who had refused the addresses of Captain Dayrell, was not at all likely to fall in love with Sir Thomas Dudgeon’s secretary. She judged Eleanor, in fact, by what she herself had been at the same age. She had been brought up to believe that for any young lady to throw herself away simply for love was next door toacrime. As it was totally out of the question that she herself “could have ever fallen in love with any man who was GORMGIOOKS (CO)