She's different ... the kind of woman God meant women to be. If you care
for her, you won't make her pay--for what I did."
His expression altered slightly. A new look came into his eyes--of
uncertainty, as though he were regarding things from some fresh angle. But
he made no answer, and before Cara could speak again Robin's cheerful voice
broke in upon them.
"We've just finished our rubber," he called, as he came towards them. "Will
you folks come and take a hand?"
Then, as neither of them made any immediate response, he paused uncertainly
and glanced in, an embarrassed way from one to the other, vaguely conscious
that his appearance on the scene had been inopportune. Womanlike, Cara was
the first to recover her self-possession.
"Yes, of course we'll come," she said quickly. "But I haven't played cards
for so long that I'm sure whoever is unlucky enough to draw me for a
partner will be thankful Miss Caroline has limited the stakes to a penny a
hundred."
The ease with which she spoke sufficed to reassure Robin completely.
"You'll play, Coventry?" he said, as they all three turned and walked
towards the companion-way.
"I'll cut in--and take my chance," answered Eliot.
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