"Oh yes, she will. I don't anticipate any difficulty about that part
of the programme."
"Wait till you've seen Simpkins. Wait till you've talked to him. No
woman would marry Simpkins."
"Miss King will," said Meldon. "She wants a man on whom to practise
her art, and she'll be all the better pleased if he's a particularly
undesirable kind of beast. She won't find herself regretting him
afterwards. Now that we have that settled, Major, I think I'll dodge
off to bed. I don't mind confessing to you that I'm just as glad that
I shan't have the baby in her little cot beside me. I'm extremely fond
of the child, but she's a little trying at night; the fits of coughing
come on at such frequent intervals."
CHAPTER IV.
Major Kent, like most men who lead an open-air life, had a healthy
appetite at breakfast-time. His table was always well supplied with
eggs, bacon, and, when possible, fish. In honour of Meldon's visit, he
had a cold ham on the sideboard, and a large dish of oatmeal porridge.
He was a man of primitive hospitality, and he surveyed the feast with
an air of proud satisfaction while he waited for his guest.
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