"That's the danger-signal. Poor man, you couldn't see it?"
"I was rather encouraged—though it seemed too delightful to be true," I admitted.
"Men are blind—especially when they're in love. You understand motor-boats better than you do girls."
"I dare say," I said meekly.
"She's so nice to you because she means to punish you by-and-by, for humbling her pride. I'm warning you, as a reward for saving my treasured lamb. If Tibe hadn't fallen into the water, and you hadn't pulled him out, perhaps I'd have left you to founder, and watched the fun. But now I say, take care. She's dangerous."
"How can you tell?" I asked.
"How can I tell? Because I'm a woman, of course, and because I should act just the same—if I were young."
"Well, if you're right, what am I to do?"
"That's what I want to talk to you about. You must pretend to be tired of her."
"Good heavens!"