"You are no gentleman!" she declared, her little fists clenched.
"At least, I am telling you the truth, Lorna," he said grimly. "Perhaps being a gentleman precludes one's being candid."
"Oh—you!" she ejaculated again and turned her back on him.
Tobias watched them depart with puckered face. Separately the young folk had shaken hands with the lightkeeper and his sister, and thanked them warmly for their hospitality. But when the two cars started Lorna sat up stiffly, "eyes front," beside the garage man and would not look back for fear of seeing Ralph Endicott in the rear car.
"Just as friendly to each other as a couple o' strange dogs," observed Tobias. "She's on her ear, sure enough. And Ralphie is just as stuffy as they make 'em. What do you reckon will come of it, Heppy?"
"I know one thing, Tobias, and that ain't two," declared his sister flatly. "None o' your interference is goin' to help matters. Don't you think it."
"Wal—now—I dunno. If I can help a likely couple like Lorna and Ralph to an understanding——"
"Huh! Matches are made in heaven," said his sister.
"Oh, sugar! They don't often smell so when you light 'em," chuckled Tobias.
"Oh, you hush!"