“Did he tell you that too?”
“No; but I read between the lines.”
“Ah!”
“And father said he thought you had been lucky.”
“So Nick told him?”
“I don’t know who told him. Nick may have done. It’s been the talk of the fleet.”
John winced under that.
“I’m sorry,” she said. “We oughtn’t to have talked about it. I’ve made you wretched.”
“No. I don’t care now—now I’m going to get out.”
“When is it to be?”