'This is my first trial of her,' said Beauchamp. 'I hired her chiefly to give Dr. Shrapnel a taste of salt air. I 've no real right to be idling about. His ward Miss Denham is travelling in Switzerland; the dear old man is alone, and not quite so well as I should wish. Change of scene will do him good. I shall land him on the French coast for a couple of days, or take him down Channel.'
Cecilia gazed abstractedly at a passing schooner.
'He works too hard,' said Beauchamp.
'Who does?'
'Dr. Shrapnel.'
Some one else whom we have heard of works too hard, and it would be happy for mankind if he did not.
Cecilia named the schooner; an American that had beaten our crack yachts.
Beauchamp sprang up to spy at the American.
'That's the Corinne, is she!'
Yankee craftiness on salt water always excited his respectful attention as a spectator.
'And what is the name of your boat, Nevil?'