"You were afraid to send me with him!" she thrust out sharply.
"Was I?" he said, cutting off the drip of the milk with his spoon.
"Yes! You were afraid he'd spend his time with me instead of looking after his men."
Terrington pushed the kedgeri towards her persuasively, but she shook her head.
"Do you know that Captain Walcot is in love with me?" she went on.
"How should I?" he said, helping himself to the dish she had declined.
She gave a little hopeless sigh at his obtuseness and a complacent tilt of the head.
"He's been in love with me ever since he came to Sar," she asserted.
"Has he?" said Terrington, puzzled by the confidence.
"Yes," she nodded. "You think that very wrong, I suppose?"