"I think you very handsome."
"Don't tease, there's a good girl. It is not fair with all these people looking."
"But really, Robert, only since you scraped off the upper crust have I been able to recognize you again. I remember now that I thought you were a most distinguished looking steward."
"Well, I am helpless. I cannot even squeeze you. By the way, Iris, during the next few days say nothing about our mine."
"Oh, why not?"
"Just a personal whim. It will please me."
"If it pleases you, Robert, I am satisfied."
He pressed her arm by way of answer. They were too near to the waiting trio for other comment.
"Captain Fitzroy," cried Iris, "let me introduce Mr. Anstruther to you. Lord Ventnor, you have met Mr. Anstruther before."
The sailor shook hands. Lord Ventnor smiled affably.