“And I received a rebuff,” added the Count. He waited for some little time, but Captain Bontnor had no comment to offer, so De Lloseta went on: “Challoner was one of my best friends. I do not feel disposed to let the matter drop, more especially now that you have been compelled to leave Malabar Cottage. I propose entreating Miss Challoner to reconsider her decision. Will you help me?”
“Yes,” answered Captain Bontnor, “I will.”
“Then tell me if Eve has accepted assistance from Mrs. Harrington?”
“Yes, she has.”
The Count swore softly in Spanish.
“I am sorry for that,” he said aloud. “I am superstitious. I have a theory that Mrs. Harrington’s money is apt to be a curse to those upon whom it is bestowed.”
“Mrs. Harrington’s no friend of mine,” said Captain Bontnor; and De Lloseta, who was looking out of the window, smiled somewhat grimly.
“Perhaps,” he said after a little pause, “perhaps you will allow me to claim the privilege which you deny to her?”
“Yes,” answered Captain Bontnor awkwardly; “yes, if you care to.”
“Thanks. I see Miss Challoner--Eve--coming. I count on your assistance.”