“He didn’t give any order—after I told him to?”
“No.”
He looked up at the bridge again, hesitated, and smiled carelessly.
“Oh, well, what’s the difference? Here’s the boat. Ah! By gad!”
The boat was alongside our grating and the girl was springing out. A seaman offered to assist her, and she laughed and ran up the swaying stairway. Half-way she stopped and threw back her head, looking up at us.
“Yo-hoo, George!” she called and came running up the rest of the way, landing on the deck with a leap.
“Oh, George!” she cried. “Isn’t it glorious!”
She turned to the rail and waved her farewells to the sailors in the boat. They touched their hats and rowed away, their eyes upon her.
“And what a beautiful yacht you’ve got, George. And, oh! This wonderful sea! Isn’t it all splendid!”
She paused and looked at George carefully. The animation of her countenance disappeared for a moment; something she saw disappointed her.