Rosalind laughed in spite of her efforts to check the outburst. He did not appear to notice it, so wholly was he engrossed with his own misfortune—and his mustache.
"Then I suppose there's no hope?"
"Oh, none whatever!"
"Thanks awfully, you know. It's downright good of you to take it in such a sporting way."
"I'm—I'm trying to bear it," she said, choking.
With a deep bow Mr. Morton excused himself and stalked silently away. Rosalind looked after him, shaking with mirth.
"That makes the score two to-night," remarked a voice from behind her.
She turned quickly. The boatman had appeared as if by magic.
"Eavesdropper!" she said contemptuously.
"Couldn't help it the first time," he explained. "Had to hide from Reggy. Do you always turn him down that way?"