She seemed quite heated by this condemnation, and instead of the gum drew out a vanity box and, looking in the mirror, powdered her nose deliberately.
Philip opened his magazine. The whistle blew and the boat began to back out of the slip. Veronica regarded her companion from time to time out of the tail of her eye, and at a moment when his manner indicated absorption in what he was reading, she replaced the vanity case in her bag and when her hand reappeared, it conveyed something to her mouth.
"I wouldn't," said Philip, without looking up. She colored hotly.
"Nobody asked you to," she retorted.
Then all was silence while the steamer, getting its direction, began moving toward the islands that dotted the bay.
The girl suddenly started.
"If there aren't those people!" she ejaculated.
"What people?" asked Philip.
"They came on in the same car with me from Boston. See that dark man over there with a young boy? I couldn't help noticing them on the train. You see how stupid the boy looks. He seemed so helpless, and the man just ignored him when he asked questions, and treated him so mean. I just hate that man."