able--the one who has so many children."

"Mrs. Peck? Oh yes, one has inevitably talked with Mrs. Peck."

"Do you know her very well?"

"Only as one knows people at sea. An acquaintance makes itself. It
doesn't mean very much."

"She doesn't speak to me--she might if she wanted."

"That's just what she says of you--that you might speak to her."

"Oh if she's waiting for that!" said my companion with a laugh. Then she
added: "She lives in our street, nearly opposite."

"Precisely. That's the reason why she thinks you coy or haughty. She
has seen you so often and seems to know so much about you."

"What does she know about me?"

"Ah you must ask her--I can't tell you!"

"I don't care what she knows," said my young lady. After a moment she
went on: "She must have seen I ain't very sociable." And then, "What are
you laughing at?" she asked.

"Well"--my amusement was difficult to explain--"you're not very sociable,
and yet somehow you are. Mrs. Peck is, at any rate, and thought that
ought to make it easy for you to enter into conversation with her."

"Oh I don't care for her conversation--I know what it amounts to." I
made no reply--I scarcely knew what reply to make--and the girl went on:
"I know what she thinks and I know what she says." Still I was silent,
but the next moment I saw my discretion had been wasted, for Miss Mavis
put to me straight: "Does she make out that she knows Mr. Porterfield?"

"No, she only claims she knows a lady who knows him."

"Yes, that's it--Mrs. Jeremie. Mrs. Jeremie's an idiot!" I wasn't in a
position to controvert this, and presently my young lady said she would
sit down. I left her in her chair--I saw that she preferred it--and
wandered to a distance. A few minutes later I met Jasper again, and he
stopped of his own accord to say: "We shall be in about six in the
evening of our eleventh day--they promise it."

"If nothing happens, of course."

"Well, what's going to happen?"

"That's just what I'm wondering!" And I turned away and went below with
the foolish but innocent satisfaction of thinking I had mystified him.

CHAPTER IV

"I don't know what to do, and you must help me," Mrs. Nettlepoint said to
me, that evening, as soon as I looked in.

"I'll do what I can--but what's the matter?"

"She has been crying here and going on--she has quite upset me."

"Crying? She doesn't look like that."

"Exactly, and that's what startled me. She came