you’re any the worse for it. Logic is a sort of hard, merciless thing, I reckon. Now, I’ll brew a cup of tea and we’ll drink it and talk of pleasant things, jest to calm our minds a bit.”
At least, Captain Jim’s tea and conversation calmed Anne’s mind to such an extent that she did not make Gilbert suffer so acutely on the way home as she had deliberately intended to do. She did not refer to the burning question at all, but she chatted amiably of other matters, and Gilbert understood that he was forgiven under protest.
“Captain Jim seems very frail and bent this spring. The winter has aged him,” said Anne sadly. “I am afraid that he will soon be going to seek lost Margaret. I can’t bear to think of it.”
“Four Winds won’t be the same place when Captain Jim ‘sets out to sea,’” agreed Gilbert.
The following evening he went to the house up the brook. Anne wandered dismally around until his return.
“Well, what did Leslie say?” she demanded when he came in.
“Very little. I think she felt rather dazed.”
“And is she going to have the operation?”
“She is going to think it over and decide very soon.”
Gilbert flung himself wearily into the easy chair before the fire. He looked tired. It had not been an easy thing for him to tell Leslie. And the terror that had sprung into her eyes when the meaning of what
