asked Felicity . `` It does n't make any difference what he was , '' said the Story Girl impatiently . `` Even a Tory would be romantic a hundred years ago . Well , Ursula could n't see Kenneth very often , for Kenneth lived fifteen miles away and was often absent from home in his vessel . On this particular day it was nearly three months since they had met . `` The Sunday before , young Sandy MacNair had been in Carlyle church . He had risen at dawn that morning , walked bare-footed for eight miles along the shore , carrying his shoes , hired a harbour fisherman to row him over the channel , and then walked eight miles more to the church at Carlyle , less , it is to be feared , from a zeal for holy things than that he might do an errand for his adored brother , Kenneth . He carried a letter which he contrived to pass into Ursula 's hand in the crowd as the people came out . This letter asked Ursula to meet Kenneth in the beechwood the next afternoon , and so she stole away there when suspicious father and watchful stepmother thought she was spinning in the granary loft . '' `` It was very wrong of her to deceive her parents , '' said Felicity primly . The Story Girl could n't deny this , so she evaded the ethical side of the question skilfully . `` I am not telling you what Ursula Townley ought to have done , '' she said loftily . `` I am only telling you what she DID do . If you do n't want to hear it you need n't listen , of course . There would n't be many stories to tell if nobody ever did anything she should n't do . `` Well , when Kenneth came , the meeting was just what might have been expected between two lovers who had taken their last kiss three months before . So it was a good half-hour before Ursula said , '' ` Oh , Kenneth , I can not stay long -- I shall be missed . You said in your letter that you had something important to talk of . What is it ? ' '' ` My news is this , Ursula .
Next Saturday XXXXX my vessel , The Fair Lady , with her captain on board , sails at dawn from Charlottetown harbour , bound for Buenos Ayres .
Carlyle Kenneth MacNair Tory Townley Ursula beechwood harbour months morning