He attempted at one time to
wrap her in an oilskin coat, thinking that additional warmth might be
good for her; but the smell of the garment brought on a violent spasm,
and he was obliged to take it away from her shoulders.
In the evening, after Miss King and Mr. Simpkins had been sent home on
a car, Meldon reviewed the day's proceedings.
"As a pleasure party," he said, "it wasn't exactly a success; but then
we didn't go out for pleasure. Considered as a step in advance towards
the marriage of Miss King and the death of Simpkins, it hasn't turned
out all we hoped. Still I think something is accomplished. Miss King
must, I think, have felt some pity for Simpkins when she saw me
dragging him into the cabin by his leg, and we all know that pity is
akin to--"
"If she thinks of him in that sort of way," said the Major, "she won't
kill him."
"I've told you before," said Meldon--"in fact, I'm tired telling
you--that she hasn't got to kill him until after she's married him.
You don't surely want her to be guilty of one of those cold-blooded,
loveless marriages which are the curse of modern society and end in the
divorce court.
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