“You mean about the poisoning?”
“Yes. Oh, I wish it were all cleared up! Don't let's talk of it. I must find out about Mr. Blossom going away. We shall have to get some one in his place. Aunt Mary will be so disturbed—”
“Don't say that I told you!” cautioned Minnie. “Perhaps I should not have mentioned it. Oh, dear, I am so miserable!” And she certainly looked it.
“And so am I!” confessed Viola. “If only Harry would tell what he is keeping back.”
“You mean about that quarrel with your father?”
“Yes. And he acts so strangely of late, and looks at me in such a queer way. Oh, I'm afraid, and I don't know what I'm afraid of!”
“I'm the same way, Viola!” admitted Minnie.
“I wonder why we two should have all the trouble in the world?”
And the two were miserable together.
They were not the only ones to suffer in those days. Captain Gerry Poland could not drive Viola from his mind. To the yachtsman, she was the most beautiful woman he had ever met, and he wondered if fortune would ever make it possible for him to approach her again on the subject that lay so close to his heart.