“They just love each other, don’t they!” Rupert whispered to Muriel.
“Yes,” she replied. “I think that disposes of my chaperone.”
She made the remark with evident satisfaction, and Rupert glanced quickly at her. His heart was beating fast.
“You seem glad,” he said.
Muriel shrugged her shoulders.
The afternoon was hot, and as the party lounged on deck the glare of the sunlight upon the mirror of the water was dazzling. Mr. Bindane put on a pair of blue spectacles, and presently gave vent to a series of hay-feverish sneezes.
“Good God!” exclaimed his wife. “Look at what I’ve married!” She seized his unresisting arm.
“Come, Benifett, let’s go and lie down in the cabin.”
“A good idea,” said Lady Smith-Evered, thankfully following her hostess below. “I shall go to my cabin too.”
“I think forty winks for me, also,” the Professor presently remarked, feeling himself to be de trop.