CHAPTER XVI
Things You Could Tell an Old FriendThe sea, rushing in and out at speed, had left bright pools in the clay folds and in the air a coarse pleasant flavor like dried fish.
It was some time since the two had returned from their painful interview with Melisande Mayo, and Mr. Campion had gone to the mainland to telephone in order to avoid using the closely watched island exchange. Martin was still pacing the rough grass before the hut, and when Sam was asleep, and nearly all the lights of the main block were lost in the sea wrack, Helena came out to join him.
She brought his coat and wore a shawl herself, and for a long time they plodded along together over the turf, she turning when he did and neither saying a word.
Presently he put an arm round her shoulders, and her head lay
