ey had."

"Exactly," he said sententiously.

She wheeled softly on him, and looked him full in the eyes. "What other
testimony was there to offer?"

"We are getting a long way from our starting-point," he answered
evasively. "We were talking of a more serious matter."

"But a matter with which this very thing has to do, Neddie Dibbs.
There's a mystery somewhere. I've asked Archie; but he won't say a word
about it, except that he doesn't think you were to blame."

"Your brother is a cautious fellow." Then, hurriedly: "He is quite right
to express no opinion as to any mystery. Least said soonest mended."

"You mean that it is proper not to discuss professional matters in
society?"

"That's it." A change had passed over Dibbs's face--it was slightly
paler, but his voice was genial and inconsequential.

"Come and sit down at the Point," she said.

They went to a cliff which ran out from one corner of the garden, and
sat down on a bench. Before them stretched the harbour, dotted with
sails; men-of-war lay at anchor, among them the little Ruby, Commander
Dibbs's cruiser. Pleasure-steamers went hurrying along to many shady
harbours; a tall-masted schooner rode grandly in between the Heads,
balanced with foam; and a beach beneath them shone like opal: it was a
handsome sight.

For a time they were silent. At last he said: "I know I haven't much to
recommend me. I'm a little beggar--nothing to look at; I'm pretty poor;
I've had no influence to push me on; and just at the critical point in
my career--when I was expecting promotion--I get this set-back, and lose
your good opinion, which is more to me, though I say it bluntly like a
sailor, than the praise of all the Lords of the Admiralty, if it could
be got. You see, I always was ambitious; I was certain I'd be a captain;
I swore I'd be an admiral one day; and I fell in love with the best girl
in the world, and said I'd not give up thinking I would marry her until
and unless I saw her wearing another man's name--and I don't know that I
should even then."

"Now that sounds complicated--or wicked," she said, her face turned away
from him.

"Believe me, it is not complicated; and men marry widows sometimes."

"You are shocking," she said, turning on him with a flush to her cheek
and an angry glitter in her eye. "How dare you speak so cold-bloodedly
and thoughtlessly?"

"I am not cold-blooded or thoughtless, nor yet shocking. I only speak
what is in my mind with my