“We are very thankful to Lord Rotherwood.”
“I didn’t mean to him. To some One else,” said Phyllis, reverently.
“Oh, of course,” said Vera. “But what do you think, Lady Phyllis?” (Since her discovery of the title she made a liberal use of it.) “What do you think people will say?”
“That a little girl has had a dangerous adventure and a happy escape.”
“I am seventeen, Lady Phyllis!”
“One is nothing like grown up at seventeen! I declare there’s a big steamer coming into sight. I wonder if it belongs to the Channel Fleet!”
Nothing more sentimental could be extracted for the rest of the voyage.
CHAPTER XIV—PAIRING TIME ANTICIPATED
“I marry without more ado,
My dear Dick Red Cap, what say you?”Cowper.
The telegram had been received about mid-day; and Mr. Flight rushed up with it to the Goyle, just in time to prevent poor old Mr. Delrio from starting hopelessly home. It had suffered a good deal in spelling and precision, in spite of Lady Phyllis’s precautions; but “both safe” was understood, as it was known in Rock Quay that “Lord Rotherwood and family,” as the papers had it, were yachting in the Kittiwake and might be expected in the bay.