In mid-channel, ten miles south of Dover, she caught him in a lucid interval of non-smoke. She reminded, him he had promised her to give Mr. Severne a hint about Zoe.
“So I did,” said he.
“And have you?”
“Well, no; to tell the truth, I forgot.”
“Then please do it now; for they are going on worse than ever.”
“I'll warn the fool,” said he.
He did warn him, and in the following terms:
“Look here, old fellow. I hear you are getting awfully sweet on my sister Zoe.”
No answer. Severne on his guard.
“Now, you had better mind your eye. She is a very pretty girl, and you may find yourself entangled before you know where you are.”