78“I hope you don’t mean to say that I did this intentionally?”
“Then why did you keep such information so carefully to yourself?”
“Because when I woke up I found we were here–that is, as I supposed–at Boyd’s Island. Both the steward and the first officer told me so. My only doubt when I went to bed was about our getting here. And this morning here we were. It had come out all right, so far as I knew.”
With a curl of her lip that expressed a world of incredulity, she dropped into one of the chairs behind the table, and rested her chin upon her hand.
In a lower tone, he continued:
“I have never been here before, and had no idea how it looked. Why didn’t Father Burke tell you this was not the place? He knows our island.”
“It was foggy. Nobody could see it; and he knew nothing of the warning you were keeping to yourself.”
Beneath this avalanche of contempt, Pats’s feeble knees almost let him to the floor.
“Miss Marshall, at least do me the justice to believe–”