"Miss Mildmay would like to see how the yacht is steered. Show her the wheel, Fitz."
"You do the honors," said Fitz, good naturedly. "You understand them best."
Mr. Leicester took her to the wheel and explained it.
"How I should like to steer!" she said. "I am ambitious; and ought to be encouraged."
"Yes," said Leicester, "it is a laudable ambition. Take hold of the wheel and I will show you."
The instruction being done more by the hand than the voice it followed that Leicester's strong, firm fingers came in contact with Violet's white, soft ones very frequently.
There arose suddenly upon the flash of the sea, the flap of the sails, and the murmur of the conversation, the musical notes of the ship's bell.
"Luncheon," said Leicester.
So they all "tumbled down," said Bertie, into the saloon, on entering which the ladies were again transfixed with astonishment.