Quite involuntarily her eyes must have met the Sea Lady’s.
It is of course quite impossible to say what she found there—or indeed what there was to find there then. For a moment they faced riddles, and then the Sea Lady turned her eyes with a long deferred scrutiny to the man’s face, which she probably saw now closely for the first time. One wonders whether it is just possible that there may have been something, if it were no more than a gleam of surprise and enquiry, in that meeting of their eyes. Just for a moment she held his regard, and then it shifted enquiringly to Mrs. Bunting.
That lady intervened effusively with an “Oh! I forgot,” and introduced them. I think they went through that without another meeting of the foils of their regard.
“You back?” said Fred to Chatteris, touching his arm, and Chatteris confirmed this happy guess.
The Bunting girls seemed to welcome Adeline’s enviable situation rather than Chatteris as an individual. And Mabel’s voice could be heard approaching. “Oughtn’t they to see me play it out, Mr. Chatteris?”
“Hullo, Harry, my boy!” cried Mr. Bunting, who was cultivating a bluff manner. “How’s Paris?”
“How’s the fishing?” said Harry.
And so they came into a vague circle about this lively person who had “won them all”—except Parker, of course, who remained in her own proper place and was, I am certain, never to be won by anybody.
There was a handing and shifting of garden chairs.
No one seemed to take the slightest notice of Adeline’s dramatic announcement. The Buntings were not good at thinking of things to say. She stood in the midst of the group like a leading lady when the other actors have forgotten their parts. Then every one woke up to this, as it were, and they went off in a volley. “So it’s really all settled,” said Mrs. Bunting; and Betty Bunting said, “There is to be an election then!” and Nettie said, “What fun!” Mr. Bunting remarked with a knowing air, “So you saw him then?” and Fred flung “Hooray!” into the tangle of sounds.