"I'm not so sure of that," she replied in the same tone; "every Jack has his Jill."
"Even I?"
"Yes, I suppose so."
"Oh! you are not certain?"
"How can I be certain? You do not wear your heart on your sleeve."
"Do I not?"
Kaituna was somewhat taken aback at this direct way of putting it, and, not feeling inclined to reply in the only way in which she could do so, looked round for a mode of escape from the pertinacity of her companion. Help came from the vicar.
"Miss Pethram, I understand your father is coming home again."
"Yes, Mr. Clendon; I am pleased to say he is."
"Ah, no doubt! no doubt! Well, I can tell him you have been in safe hands," responded the vicar, bowing to Mrs. Belswin, who acknowledged the compliment with a somewhat doubtful smile.