She would not admit her impatience.
“I have been talking,” he said.
“Talking!” she exclaimed in slight displeasure. “Have you found an acquaintance even here?”
“A fellow who was quite close friends in Savoy days; he made me feel queer-sort of Doppelgänger, he was.”
Helena glanced up swiftly and curiously.
“In what way?” she said.
“He talked all the skeletons in the cupboard-such piffle it seems, now! The sea is like a harebell, and there are two battleships lying in the bay. You can hear the voices of the men on deck distinctly. Well, have you made the plans for today?”
They went into the house to breakfast. She watched him helping himself to the scarlet and green salad.
“Mrs Curtiss,” she said, in rather reedy tone, “has been very motherly to me this morning; oh, very motherly!”
Siegmund, who was in a warm, gay mood, shrank up.