"
He departed on his errand, returning shortly with a wrap for her shoulders,
together with a light rug which he proceeded to tuck carefully round her.
She was reminded of the first occasion on which they had met, when the
charming way in which he had waited upon Lady Susan had moved her to the
reflection that he might be rather an adept in the art of spoiling any
woman. But she had not forgotten that he would want to master her first--as
he had mastered the bay mare, afterwards coaxing her into friendship.
They conversed desultorily for a time. Then, tossing away the cigarette he
was smoking, Brett shot an abrupt question at her.
"Well, so you like the yacht?" he demanded.
She nodded.
"I think it's just perfect," she answered cordially.
"I'm glad. Because"--he leaned forward and looked at her intently with a
curious sparkling light in his eyes--"I hope you'll spend a good deal of
time on board her."
"I?" Ann endeavoured to speak as casually as possible, warned by that
sudden danger-signal.
"Yes. Wouldn't you enjoy cruising about the world a bit?"
"Are you thinking of inviting us all to go for a trip in the _Sphinx_? I'm
afraid," shaking her head, "we're most of us much too busy people to go
racing off half across the world at a moment's notice.
Pages:
257
258
259
260
261
262
263
264
265
266
267
268
269
270
271
272
273
274
275
276
277
278
279
280
281