noon
The day after Mr. Romfrey 's landing in Bevisham a full South-wester stretched the canvas of yachts of all classes , schooner , cutter and yawl , on the lively green water between the island and the forest shore . Cecilia 's noble schooner was sure to be out in such a ringing breeze , for the pride of it as well as the pleasure . She landed her father at the Club steps , and then bore away Eastward to sight a cutter race , the breeze beginning to stiffen . Looking back against sun and wind , she saw herself pursued by a saucy little 15-ton craft that had been in her track since she left the Otley river before noon , dipping and straining , with every inch of sail set ; as mad a stern chase as ever was witnessed : and who could the man at the tiller , clad cap-A-pie in tarpaulin , be ? She led him dancing away , to prove his resoluteness and laugh at him . She had the powerful wings , and a glory in them coming of this pursuit : her triumph was delicious , until the occasional sparkle of the tarpaulin was lost , the small boat appeared a motionless object far behind , and all ahead of her exceedingly dull , though the race hung there and the crowd of sail . Cecilia 's transient flutter of coquettry created by the animating air and her queenly flight was over .