Only Sue looked at Anny strangely; she was a woman and she knew that there was a false note in the girl’s laughter, and that the light in her eyes was an almost desperate one. But she was an Islander, and therefore another lass’s business was none of hers, and she said nothing to her nor to any one else.
At last the Spaniard could bear this lack of notice no longer, and raising his voice called pleasantly enough:
The girl started, and the tray of mugs which she was carrying rattled nervously, but she recovered herself in a second, and smiled radiantly at him.
“Will your lordship wait till I put these down?” she said gaily, with mock deference.
Dick’s smile grew broader, and Blueneck, who was watching him, whistled softly between his teeth and nudged Goody again.
“Not at all,” Dick was saying, his voice very soft and caressing.
Anny put down the tray with a clatter.
“Oh! there now,” she exclaimed brightly, “if I haven’t spilt one half of Master French’s sack; I must fill it up. Here, Hal, will ye go to the Captain for me while I do this? I know he likes being served quickly.”
Hal went over to him obediently.