Meldon hurried forward.
"How do you do, Miss King?" he said. "I happened to be passing the
gate and I just called in to see how you are getting on, and to see
whether there is anything I can do for you."
Miss King blinked, got her feet out of the hammock, sat up, and shook
hands with Meldon.
"It's very kind of you. Won't you come inside and have some tea, or
shall I get them to bring it out here?"
"No, thanks. No tea for me. I haven't time to stay; and besides, I've
had luncheon with Mr. Doyle. You know what that means."
"No," said Miss King. "I don't."
"Well, I needn't go into details," said Meldon; "but as a matter of
fact when you've lunched with Mr. Doyle you don't want anything more to
drink for a long time. By the way, you're not looking out for a cook
just at present, are you?"
"No, I'm not. What made you think I was?"
"People generally are," said Meldon. "In fact, I've hardly ever met
any one who wasn't. I happen just now to know of a really excellent
girl, called Sabina. With a little training she'd make a first-rate
cook. She's first cousin to the red-haired girl who's with Mr.
Simpkins.
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