“I’m thinking of making a bolt of it.”
“Stella?” I nodded. “The lady willing?”
“I don’t know. I haven’t asked her. She’s been forced to give a promise to some one else. I’d better tell you something about it;” and I gave him a short outline of the position.
“It’s a mix up, sure,” he commented drily. “But she’s a lovely girl. That’s a cert.”
“How do you know?”
“A man has eyes, I suppose. She’s a good sailor too. Seemed to enjoy that bit of a racket on the yacht.”
“Yes,” I said, self-consciously.
“If you can get her to put one of her dainty feet into a rowing boat, I’ll answer for it that she doesn’t take it out again except to mount the Stella’s companion, and the rest would be as easy as shooting gulls.”
“But how to do it?”
He paused, shook his pipe out, refilled it and lit it. “If you leave it to me, I’d undertake to do it all right,” he said very deliberately.