their detention from Chantico might affect their plans were pushed aside, unless Gerald was out of earshot. And, in any case, what could they determine?
But it does not seldom occur in this conversational world that when every subject seems exhausted people hit upon one that is to turn out the most important. This experience of "talking against time," as it might be called, with the friendly Probascos gave Touchtone an instance of the fact which he has always thought satisfactory enough. It was Gerald Saxton who, in the evening of the last day of the gale, unintentionally set the ball in motion by a careless remark.
Obed happened to be out of the room for the sake of his efficacious bottle of "lineament." They had been speaking of the island-farm—how fertile it was, how easily cultivated by Obed and by the extra help he employed at certain times of the year; of the commodious old dwelling that the couple had so long occupied that it was only at the days of rent-paying that they realized themselves still tenants and not owners.
"You see," said Mrs. Obed, holding up her
