I
might have enjoyed it, if she'd done it well, as I expect she could.
But under the existing circumstances I had to stop her; because, if she
took to looking at me like that, she'd look quite another way at Mr.
Simpkins, and then he wouldn't be inclined to marry her."
"You're dead set on that match," said Callaghan.
"I am. It's most important that it should come off."
"She's a fine girl," said Callaghan. "She's too good for the like of
Simpkins. He'll be tormenting her the way he does be tormenting
everybody about the place."
"Believe you me," said Meldon, "she'll know how to manage him."
"She might," said Callaghan. "By the looks of her, when she left you
this minute, I wouldn't say but she might."
CHAPTER VIII.
It was eight o'clock, and the evening was deliciously warm. Major Kent
and Meldon sat in hammock chairs on the gravel outside Portsmouth
Lodge. They had dined comfortably, and their pipes were lit. For a
time neither of them spoke. Below them, beyond the wall which bounded
the lawn, lay the waters of the bay, where the _Spindrift_, Major
Kent's yacht, hung motionless over her mooring-buoy.
Pages:
92
93
94
95
96
97
98
99
100
101
102
103
104
105
106
107
108
109
110
111
112
113
114
115
116