"Don't know."
"Will any of us be permitted to go ashore?"
"Why ask me?"
"Because you don't seem to want us to use the launch."
Bill gave her a measuring glance.
"Did I say so?"
"Not exactly; that is, not in so many words. But last night——"
"We won't talk about last night, if you don't mind."
She was becoming better pleased every minute. When she had retired the night before she made up her mind that it would be necessary to make a clear explanation concerning Peter, the valet. Now she knew that she would never explain.