Mr. Heddegan forgave the coldness of his bride’s manner during and after the wedding ceremony, full well aware that there had been considerable on her part to in this neighbourly arrangement, and, as a philosopher of long , holding that whatever Baptista’s attitude now, the conditions would probably be much the same six months hence as those which ruled among other married couples.  
An absolutely unexpected shock was given to Baptista’s listless mind about an hour after the wedding service.  They had nearly finished the mid-day dinner when the now husband said to her father, ‘We think of starting about two.  And the breeze being so fair we shall bring up inside Pen-zephyr new about six at least.’
 
‘What—are we going to Pen-zephyr?’ said Baptista.  ‘I don’t know anything of it.’
 
‘Didn’t you tell her?’ asked her father of Heddegan.
 
It that, owing to the delay in her arrival, this proposal too, among other things, had in the hurry not been mentioned to her, except some time ago as a general suggestion that they would go somewhere.  Heddegan had imagined that any trip would be pleasant, and one to the mainland the pleasantest of all.
 
She looked so at the announcement that her husband willingly offered to give it up, though he had not had a holiday off the island for a whole year.  Then she pondered on the inconvenience of staying at Giant’s Town, where all the inhabitants were , by the circumstances of their situation, into a sort of family party, which permitted and encouraged on such occasions as these oral criticism that was apt to disturb the of newly married girls, and would especially worry Baptista in her strange situation.  Hence, unexpectedly, she agreed not to disorganize her husband’s plans for the wedding , and it was settled that, as originally intended, they should proceed in a neighbour’s sailing boat to the of the district.
 
In this way they arrived at Pen-zephyr without difficulty or .  Bidding adieu to Jenkin and his man, who had sailed them over, they strolled arm in arm off the pier, Baptista silent, cold, and obedient.  Heddegan had arranged to take her as far as Plymouth before their return, but to go no further than where they had landed that day.  Their first business was to find an inn; and in this they had unexpected difficulty, since for some reason or other—possibly the fine weather—many of the nearest at hand were full of tourists and commercial travellers.  He led her on till he reached a which, though comparatively unpretending, stood in as attractive a spot as any in the town; and this, somewhat to their surprise after their previous experience, they found empty.  The considerate old man, thinking that Baptista was educated to notions, though he himself was in them, had that it was most desirable to have, on such an occasion as the present, an apartment with ‘a good view’ (the expression being one he had often heard in use among tourists); and he therefore asked for a favourite room on the first floor, from which a bow-window , for the express purpose of affording such an outlook.
 
The , after some , said she was sorry that particular apartment was engaged; the next one, however, or any other in the house, was unoccupied.
 
‘The gentleman who has the best one will give it up to-morrow, and then you can change into it,’ she added, as Mr. Heddegan hesitated about taking the adjoining and less commanding one.
 
‘We shall be gone to-morrow, and shan’t want it,’ he said.
 
Wishing not to lose customers, the landlady earnestly continued that since he was on having the best room, perhaps the other gentleman would not object to move at once into the one they despised, since, though nothing could be seen from the window, the room was equally large.
 
‘Well, if he doesn’t care for a view,’ said Mr. Heddegan, with the air of a highly artistic man who did.
 
‘O no—I am sure he doesn’t,’ she said.  ‘I can promise that you shall have the room you want.  If you would not object to go for a walk for half an hour, I could have it ready, and your things in it, and a nice tea laid in the bow-window by the time you come back?’
 
This proposal was deemed satisfactory by the old tradesman, and they went out.  Baptista conducted him in an opposite direction to her walk of the former day in other company, showing on her face, had he observed it, how much she was beginning to regret her sacrificial step for mending matters that morning.
 
She took advantage of a moment when her husband’s back was turned to inquire in a shop if anything had been heard of the gentleman who was sucked down in the while bathing.
 
The shopman said, ‘Yes, his body has been washed ashore,’ and had just handed Baptista a newspaper on which she discerned the heading, ‘A Schoolmaster drowned while bathing,’ when her husband turned to join her.  She might have pursued the subject without raising suspicion; but it was more than flesh and blood could do, and completing a small purchase almost ran out of the shop.
 
‘What is your terrible hurry, mee deer?’ said Heddegan, hastening after.
 
‘I don’t know—I don’t want to stay in shops,’ she .
 
‘And we won’t,’ he said.  ‘They are this weather.  Let’s go back and have some tay!’
 
They found the much desired apartment awaiting their entry.  It was a sort of combination bed and , and the table was spread with high tea in the bow-window, a bunch of flowers in the midst, and a best-parlour chair on each side.  Here they shared the meal by the ruddy light of the vanishing sun.  But though the view had been engaged, regardless of expense, exclusively for Baptista’s pleasure, she did not direct any keen attention out of the window.  Her gaze as often fell on the floor and walls of the room as elsewhere, and on the ............