"No; but one can't tell—trouble might arise."
"And, if it did, you could help us?"
"Well," he said gravely, "I'd do my best."
Evelyn's eyes sparkled.
"I know you could be trusted! But all this mystery gives the trip an extra interest. Then, you have made it obvious that the Enchantress will be on the coast."
"May I hope that this adds to your satisfaction?" Grahame said, smiling.
"Now you're frivolous, and I was pleasantly excited! However, I'll promise that if anything very alarming seems to threaten us I'll send you word."
Grahame looked up. An elderly Cuban gentleman, three or four places off, had once or twice glanced at them carelessly and then resumed his conversation with a lady beside him, but Grahame noticed that he stopped when Evelyn spoke.
"Am I to tell my father what I have promised?" she asked.
"You must use your own judgment about that."