"Her wedding ring," Belle broke in. "Dan has gotten her title twisted. She's Mrs. Henshaw."
"Whew! But what, in that case, is she doing strolling around with a midshipman? That's no proper business for a married woman," protested Dave Darrin.
"Haven't you called on or escorted any married women since you've been at Annapolis?" demanded Belle bluntly.
"Yes; certainly," nodded Dave. "But, in every instance they were wives of Naval officers, and such women looked upon midshipmen as mere little boys."
"Isn't there an Admiral Henshaw in the Navy?" inquired Belle.
"Certainly."
"That's Mrs. Henshaw," Belle continued.
"How do you know?"
"I don't, but I'm certain, just the same. Now, Dan has met Mrs. Henshaw somewhere down at the Naval Academy. He heard her name and got it twisted into Miss Henshaw. It's his own blundering fault, no doubt. But Admiral Henshaw's young and pretty wife is not to be blamed for allowing a boyish midshipman to stroll with her as her escort."
"Whew!" whistled Dave Darrin under his breath. "So Dan has been running it blind again? Oh, Belle, it's a shame! I'm heartily sorry that we've been here to witness the poor old chap's Waterloo."