“No good; he would not come. Piquet, coffee, and cigars. Do you like this Mr Barron, Myra?”
“Oh, yes, well enough. He is very clever and well informed. He can talk pleasantly about anything, especially about yachting and the sea, and of course papa likes that.”
“Talks too much, I think. I’d rather sit and listen to quiet, thoughtful Mr Stratton.”
“I suppose so,” said Myra rather dryly; and then hastened to add, “and Mr Guest.”
“Yes, and to Mr Guest,” said her cousin, again looking at her sharply, and as if the words had stung.
Myra met her glance, and hurriedly changed the conversation.
“Look, what a change there is on the lake, dear,” she said. “How glowing the water is.”
“Yes, and yet some people prefer playing cards to studying nature.”
“Papa is no longer young. He has enjoyed scenery all over the world and likes rest now, and a game of cards.”
“I was not talking about uncle, dear.”