.... Why do you ask me so many questions, and egg me on to write about
these people instead of minding my business? If you really want to hear,
I'll tell you of Wednesday's doings.
It was a splendid morning; and Dan turned up, to my surprise—though I
might have known that when he says a thing, he does it. John Ford came
out to shake hands with him, then, remembering why he had come, breathed
loudly, said nothing, and went in again. Nothing was to be seen of
Pasiance, and we went down to the beach together.
“I don't like this fellow Pearse, George,” Dan said to me on the way; “I
was fool enough to say I'd go, and so I must, but what's he after? Not
the man to do things without a reason, mind you.”