'Wot time will
ye be back, m'am, an' I'll send a boat,' sez I. 'I dunno,' sez she, 'I
may be late, so I shall return in a native boat.' She axed your maid,
miss, to bring a wrap from her cabin, and she was gone without another
word."
"Then that settles it," interposed Mr. Fenshawe dryly. "Mrs. Haxton is
a lady who knows her own mind. She is fully qualified to take care of
herself. Off you go to bed, Irene. Sufficient for the day is the
excitement thereof. And, according to present Indications, we shall be
kept busy to-morrow. Goodnight, Mr. Royson. I shall be better able to
thank you in the morning."
Irene, too, held out a hand to Dick.
"I'm making up all sorts of nice compliments to offer you," she said,
pleasantly. "You need, not protest. I was gagged for the best part of
an hour when I very specially wanted to talk, so I have a whole lot of
things to say after breakfast."
Dick read the meaning of the glance she flashed at him. Oddly enough,
it expressed his own thought. They must endeavor to find out how Mrs.
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