Chapter 25
Summer was passing them by; it had seemed too long in coming and had arrived in such a burst of joy that its fading seemed inevitable. Catherine’s rides with Jocelyn were soon no more than a memory and her sturdy constitution was overcome by nausea and the headache. The long days were shrinking; cooler nights prompted Catherine to pull the windows shut, despite Jocelyn’s protests that he had no wish to shut out the symphony of autumn sounds.
“You are such a sailor,” Catherine scolded. “Have you missed the sounds of the country so much? Are there no insects at sea?”
“We will have to shut ourselves in soon enough,” he said. “Why start so soon?”
The argument was mild, never resolved. Catherine supposed that it showed the difference between land-dwellers and sailors, although Jo
