“Hugh, do you think she is in love with Ordith?”
“He is with her.”
“I know. That wasn’t my question, though. You know why I ask it.”
“She has never said a word to me about it.”
“She’s not likely to.... But what is your opinion, based on what you’ve seen and heard?”
“My dear old fellow, how should I know? It does no good to make yourself wretched.”
“But you think there’s cause?”
“Well, there’s a kind of glamour about Ordith, you know. And Margaret is very young as yet. I don’t suppose her mind is made up in any way.”
John rose and shivered. “We had better turn in,” he said. “The half-deck sentry thinks we are mad. I saw him look round the edge of the curtain just now.”