Geoffrey looked again. It was Marion and yet not Marion. It was the girl in the blue serge dress and red tam-o'-shanter who resembled her so strikingly. What did this girl know about him, and why did she stand wailing over his boat? He felt he must solve this mystery.
"Sit down," Tchigorsky said slowly. "Sit down."
"But," Geoffrey cried, "I insist upon knowing——"
"And spoiling everything. Sit down, I say, or I shall have to detain you. I don't fancy you would care to measure your strength with mine."
Geoffrey dropped into his seat.
"Perhaps not," he said. "I don't believe you want me to know who that girl is."
"I have heard worse guesses," Tchigorsky said dryly.