Luckily I’m not. “May I hear?” “It really isn’t much to tell,” Drummond answered. The youth of them! And what was he going to do when they left his island? What would Donald McClintock be doing with himself, when youth left the island, never more to return? Ruth was thrilling with joy. The joy of being loved thrilled her as nothing before had ever done, a curious abstract joy which had nothing in it at that moment of regret or even pity. I didn’t go out of my way or anything. I did not know how he would act if I obstructed him.