"No," she said. "Nothing Monsieur Tollemache could say would shake my high opinion of you. How is Madeleine? I haven't seen her since the supper party."
"Neither have I, Ma'mselle," and the merry Breton face suddenly became woebegone.
"What, then? Have you quarreled?"
"She too was vexed with me."
"I'll put that right, Peridot. Kenavo." [Breton for "Au revoir.">[
"Kenavo, Ma'mselle," and Peridot strolled toward the quay, but not without a sharp glance at the man whom he had gulled so thoroughly.
"Lord love a duck!" sighed Popple. "I wish my eddication hadn't been neglected when I was a nipper. I wasn't brought up. I was fetched up. Just listen to them two! Well, I'll bear in the direction of the telegraph office. I'm expectin' a wire from Brest about a diver. So long, Mr. Raymond!"
"Goodby, Captain. If you want me during the next two hours, I shall be in my room."
Popple lumbered away, and Raymond would have gone to the annex had he not been stayed by Tollemache.
"A word with you, Mr. Raymond. I want to explain that Mr. Ingersoll and his daughter are my closest friends."