"May I come in?" she asked him from the doorway.
He sprang to his feet. "Why, certainly, Miss Armytage." For so
imperturbable a young man he seemed oddly breathless in his
eagerness to welcome her. "Are you looking for O'Moy? He left me
nearly half-an-hour ago to go to breakfast, and I was just about to
follow."
"I scarcely dare detain you, then."
"On the contrary. I mean . . . not at all. But . . . were you
wanting me?"
She closed the door, and came forward into the room, moving with
that supple grace peculiarly her own.
"I want you to tell me something, Captain Tremayne, and I want you
to be frank with me."
"I hope I could never be anything else."
"I want you to treat me as you would treat a man, a friend of your
own sex."
Tremayne sighed. He had recovered from the surprise of her coming
and was again his imperturbable self.
"I assure you that is the last way in which I desire to treat you.
But if you insist - "
"I do." She had frowned slightly at the earlier part of his speech,
with its subtle, half-jesting gallantry, and she spoke sharply now.
"I bow to your will," said Captain Tremayne.
"What has Dick Butler been doing?"
He looked into her face with sharply questioning eyes.
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