Marmion.
No, I am afraid that Viking is too humdrum to be notable."
She laughed then very lightly and quaintly. She had a sense of humour.
"Well, but, Miss Devlin," said I, "you cannot have all things at once.
Climaxes like these take time. We have a few joyful things. We have
splendid fishing achievements,--please do not forget that basket of trout
I sent you the other morning,--and broken hearts and such tragedies are
not impossible; as, for instance, if I do not send you as good a basket
of trout to-morrow evening; or if you should remark that there was
nothing in a basket of trout to--"
"Now," she said, "you are becoming involved and--inconsiderate. Remember,
I am only a mountain girl."
"Then let us only talk of the other tragedies. But are you not a little
callous to speak of such things as if you thirsted for their occurrence?"
"I am afraid you are rather silly," she replied. "You see, some of the
land up here belongs to me. I am anxious that it should 'boom'--that is
the correct term, is it not?--and a sensation is good for 'booming.' What
an advertisement would ensue if the lovely daughter of an American
millionaire should be in danger of drowning in the Long Cloud, and a
rough but honest fellow--a foreman on the river, maybe a young member of
the English aristocracy in disguise--perilled his life for her! The place
of peril would, of course, be named Lover's Eddy, or the Maiden's
Gate--very much prettier, I assure you, than such cold-blooded things as
the Devil's Slide, where we are going now, and much more attractive to
tourists.
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