"I—I feel hesitant about doing what you ask, Captain—Tunis, I mean."
"Why?"
"You know well enough," said Sheila. "If anything should turn up—if the truth should come out—"
"Now, are you still worrying about that, Ida May?"
"Don't you think of it—Tunis?"
"Not a bit! We're as safe as a church. That girl will never show up here on Wreckers' Head. Of course not!"
He seemed absolutely confident. In the dim illumination of the lantern she looked very closely into his face. Then it was not fear of exposure that kept Tunis Latham silent. She moved closer to him, looking up into his countenance, holding the lantern so that her own face was in the shadow.
"Who suggested my coming to dinner, Tunis? You, or your Aunt Lucretia?"
"If you knew my aunt! Well! She seldom says a word. But when I have anything to say, I talk along just as though she answered back like an ordinary person would. I can tell if she's interested."
"Yes?"