Could he possibly get at your cook, Milly?"
"I'm sure he couldn't. Hodge has the greatest contempt for all the
Irish. She regards them as savages, and is rather surprised to find
that they wear clothes."
"That's a comfort. I can face almost anything if I get my food
properly. But I must keep a careful look out. Meldon seems to me the
kind of man who wouldn't stick at a trifle, and he's evidently
determined to get rid of me."
"Perhaps he'll ask you out yachting and--"
"And maroon me on a desert island?"
"No, but make you-- Oh! I forgot, you don't get sea-sick."
"No. There's not a bit of use his trying to get the better of me in
that way. I should simply laugh at the worst ground swell he can
produce. I hope he will ask me out yachting. I should like to have a
nice long day alone with Mr. Meldon. He's a man worth knowing."
The conversation drifted on to other topics. The judge, after the
manner of fishermen, rehearsed the capture of his two salmon, compared
them to similar fish caught elsewhere, and made enquiries about the
netting at the mouth of the river. At about ten o'clock he lit a fresh
cigar and returned to the subject of Meldon.
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