‘Are you coming down to the yacht, Charley?’ asked Denny.
’Er—in a few minutes, Denny.’
‘Shall I wait for you?’
‘Oh, I think I can find my way.’
Denny laughed and caught me by the hand; then he passed on to Phroso. I do not, however, know what he said to her, for at this moment the captain touched my shoulder and demanded my attention.
‘I beg your pardon,’ said he, ‘but you never told me the meaning of that word.’
‘What word, my dear captain?’
‘Why, the word you used of the lady’s letter—of what she had done.’
‘Oh, you mean “jilted”?’