Blair laughed.
"Nonsense, darling, you dreamt it!" he said.
Margaret smiled.
"Perhaps so, but it was a very lifelike dream then, and to put a touch of reality to it, I saw a keg of something—spirits or tobacco—in the kitchen the next morning. I asked Mrs. Day what it was, and she said, 'Water.' But there is a capital well just outside the door!"
"Upon my word you would make a first-class detective, Madge!" said Lord Blair, with a laugh, in which she joined.
"Should I not? I had a great mind to ask Mrs. Day to let me have a glass of the water, but I felt that if I were right, the consequences would be too embarrassing."
"I should think so," said Blair. "And you imagine that Day and his son are going on a smuggling expedition now?" and he looked at the boat dancing on the waves beneath them.
Margaret nodded.
"Yes, I do," she replied lightly. "I think that presently Mr. Day, with his little boat, will meet one of those rakish-looking craft in the offing there, and then the rakish-looking craft—isn't that the proper nautical phrase?"
"First rate!" he assented, languidly. "You would make your fortune as a novelist, Madge."