"Right again. I ought to have seen it for myself."
"He who will not when he may will live to fight another day; isn't that how it goes on?"
"Yes; I congratulate you on your work."
"It isn't my work, lord bless you! nor yours, either—there I was wrong."
"What is it, then?"
Miss Chatterton stared out over the sea and into the universal air. "Why, it's—it's everything! Of course you did something, so did I. But if it comes to that, the present Mrs. Tancred did more than either of us. We couldn't have married the Colonel."
"Then you think that was the reason why she——"
"I do, indeed. She could have had no other. You see she was awfully fond of Frida. And, what's more, she was fond of you."
It was his turn to look out over the sea.
"What do you think? He has never forgiven her for going away, though it happened to be the very thing he wanted. How's that for inconsistency?"