Helena arranged the matter.
“I think ye both look better,” Mrs. Curtiss said. She glanced at Siegmund.
He smiled constrainedly.
“I thought ye looked so worn when you came,” she said sympathetically.
“He had been working hard,” said Helena, also glancing at him.
He bent his head, and was whistling without making any sound.
“Ay,” sympathized the little woman. “And it’s a very short time for you. What a pity ye can’t stop for the fireworks at Cowes on Monday. They are grand, so they say.”
Helena raised her eyebrows in polite interest. “Have you never seen them?” she asked.
“No,” replied Mrs. Curtiss. “I’ve never been able to get; but I hope to go yet.”
“I hope you may,” said Siegmund.