"Do you approve my going?"
She looked at him in a curious way.
"She has asked for you, Mr. Faber."
"Why, then, I'll go right now. Have you eaten that dinner yet?"
"As much as I want. I must go now and get my things from the yacht."
"But you'll come back, sure?"
"I think I must—there's no one else."
"That's right down fine of you. I knew you'd do it when you understood."
She looked him full in the face and smiled.
"There are some things no woman can misunderstand. I shall not be very long. Please let her talk as little as possible."