“I have not the least desire to speak to Evans,” replied the Earl.
“But Evans says she is a splendid vessel! He says she sails a point nearer to the wind than your Seamew!”
“Even that fails to awaken any desire in me to speak to him. I have some shocking news to break to you: I have just become engaged to your sister.”
“But it won’t take you above a quarter of—What’s that you say? Engaged to my sister? Oh, lord, I was afraid that would happen!”
“Peregrine!” said Judith.
“Well, I was,” he insisted. “Harriet said she was sure you were in love with him all the time. I hoped it would be Charles, but she said there was no question of that. I’m sure I wish you very happy. I should not be interrupting you, I suppose, but this is devilish urgent, and it won’t take above a quarter of an hour, you know. Worth, I wish you will come with me to hear what Evans says for yourself!”
“Peregrine,” said the Earl in a gently persuasive voice, “take Evans, take my whole crew, and the Seamew as well, if you like, and go to Southampton, and see this vessel for yourself. Only do not talk any more to me about it!”
“Do you mean I can buy her?” asked Peregrine eagerly.
“You can buy a fleet of yachts for all I care,” said his lordship.
“I’ll be off at once!” said Peregrine, and hurried out of the room.