She disappeared quickly. Mr. and Mrs. Wilbur stood by the rail and waved to the departing boat-load.
"What a delightful evening it has been," said the lady with a sigh. "But wasn't it strange that Mr. Barrison wasn't hungry after singing? I thought people always were. Didn't you think the sandwiches were as good as usual?"
"Better. I was as hungry as a hunter—or a sailor. Great air, this, Laura."
CHAPTER XXIII THE MOON-GODDESS
In the twin beds of the master's room on the yacht Idlewild two persons lay wide awake at one-thirty o'clock that morning.
One of them finally said softly and tentatively: "Charlie, are you awake?"
"I am, my dear," came the reply, "and I should like to ask whether it is simply insomnia with you, or whether you are suffering from incipient St. Vitus?"
"Why, I thought I had been keeping so still. It was the same way after I heard that man sing the last time. I couldn't sleep for hours. Isn't he all I said? I'll warrant he is keeping you awake, too."