Then, turning to the ladies, she made a curtsey.
“Good afternoon,” said she.
“Lord, that was wonderful!” exclaimed the Major.
“What?”—innocently.
“You know what, ye clever little rascal.”
Captain O’Leary got only one of his dances that night, but he announced his intention of taking her to walk on the beach at ten the following morning. When, at that hour, he presented himself to Miss Watts, she looked distressed—thought Isabelle must have misunderstood, for she had gone off to walk with Percy Pollock.
The Captain thanked her and set off in pursuit. He was annoyed at himself for being annoyed with this chit of a girl. But she should not play tricks with him! In due course of time he spied them ahead of him. He increased his speed and caught up.
“Good morning,” he said, briefly.
“Oh, good morning, Captain O’Leary,” said she.