“Good!” said he. “Then everything’s all right now?”
Of course everything was all right now, and yet—and yet somehow it wasn’t. Something seemed to be wrong. The two young men from the ship seemed to know this. They said they had better be getting along, and, after cordial farewells, they did go along.
Mr. Powers still stood where he was, still trying to look pleased, and still failing to do so; and in a flash Miss Smith understood just how he felt. He had wanted to be the one to make everything come out right, and it was cruel that he had not been. It was their adventure—his and hers. Nobody else had any business to get into it. It was coming out wrong!
Now Miss Smith knew very well that heroines in adventures rarely take a very active part, and that things just happen to them; but she was not quite accustomed to adventures yet, and she was in the habit of doing things for herself. Moreover, Darcy Powers was playing his part very poorly, simply standing there and not suggesting their talking it over.
“I’d like to go back and see Mrs. Mount,” she said firmly.
His face brightened remarkably.
“I didn’t think you’d ever—” he began.
“I’d like to show her that letter and explain—”
“See here!” he interrupted. “It’s not for you to make explanations!”
She liked the way he said that!