He looked away toward the yacht.
“Oh!” he said. “You knew so many of the things, I thought—perhaps——”
I laughed.
“Well, I don’t happen to this time. Do you?”
“Yes,” answered Chatty.
That’s exactly what he said, if you please: “yes!” I couldn’t have been more amazed if the pier had suddenly begun flying through the air.
“Know her, man!” I cried. And then I remembered. “Oh, I suppose you saw them upstreet this morning.”
“Did you?” he asked. He seemed interested.
“How could I help it?” I rejoined. “You can tell that kind of people a mile off, up here.”
“Oh!” he said. “I didn’t happen to. I’m in the hotel a good deal, you know.”