The artilleriste swaggered delightfully, turning to wave a farewell, and obviously caring little whether it were to the front of the hotel or the back....
And then, about seventy yards behind the last of these revellers there went by two other figures.
They were those of Captain Ross and Mr. Awdas, who had been making themselves scarce for the day.
And perhaps it was because Olwen was busy with her own effort not to look at one of them that she did not notice Mrs. Cartwright's swift glance at the other; the flying boy.
As if he felt that glance upon him, Jack Awdas looked up and put a hand to his cap; a smile rippling all over his face.
Olwen would not have read the purpose behind the smile.
CHAPTER XII
MOONLIGHT AND THE CHARM
"O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon,
That monthly changes in her circled orb,
Lest thy love prove likewise variable."