There was something in this interview that troubled Merefleet unaccountably. But when he saw her again, her mirth was brimming over, and he thought she had forgotten.
CHAPTER IX
It was about a week after this conversation that Merefleet, invited by Seton, joined his two friends at table d'hôte at their table. The suggestion came from Mab, he strongly suspected, for she seconded Seton's proposal so vigorously that to decline would have been almost an impossibility.
"You look so lonely there," she said. "It's miles nicer over here. What's your opinion?"
"I agree with you, of course," said Merefleet, with a glance at Seton which discovered little.
"Isn't he getting polite?" said the American girl approvingly. "Say, Bert! I guess you'll have to take lessons in manners or he'll get ahead of you."
Seton smiled indulgently. He was this girl's watch-dog and protector. He aspired to be no more.
"My dear girl, you will never make a social ornament of me as long as you live," he said.
And Mab patted his arm affectionately.